Ivadell you held is in your arms that day
  But look at how tiny me n' Matthew both were
  You so strong and full of grace
    What stories these pictures can tell
  Of days when we bathed brightly in the sun
  The medicine of laughter everywhere
    Ivadell I held you in my thoughts that day
  And wish that they were arms when you were frail
  And passing from this place
    What stories your paintings told boys
  Of hills too steep to climb ascended
  And hearts that were not afraid
  To flap their wings and fly
    But you are safe now and effortlessly breathing
  Where new weather will fall on you
  Your fears break like waves
  Foaming into themselves
  Disappearing into the sea