One of the greats

a poem about the death of my cousin. FRANK HULLER

In his room we would talk

his soul he would express

he was kind unlike any you will find

his heart warm as the morning sun
his spirit young and full of fun

in the sea is were he could be found
chasing the fish around

his love will never diminish for he will
never be finished

his family he will always protect
he was never the type to neglect

his soul so pure he will forever
be felt through out the atmosphere

the greats don't stay long their agenda
goes on and on

what they leave is beauty that is forever strong

his death deems tragic tho his existence
was magic








R.I.P FRANK J. HULLER. 4/1/86-4/2/14
It was a privilege to call you my cousin
and a honor to feel your love. may the heavens bring you peace from above.