"Poem For A Troubadour Angel"

Today I hear a song playing,
It's something by Chet I believe,
But it isn’t Mr. Atkins playing
While we quietly grieve;
It’s someone I had the pleasure
To know like a second Father and friend,
And today I know that he’s smiling
Playing the song that never ends.

The angels gather around listening
Watching him play guitar with ease,
As it was in the old days
Before such things as sorrow and disease;
I bet he looks a little younger,
I bet there’s a bounce in his step,
As he walks with his parents before him
Singing songs that he peacefully kept.

Today there’s a new soul in paradise
I close my eyes, I can hear him play,
And I smile somewhere behind my tears
Now certain what I’ve wanted to say;
Sonny I know you can hear this
Somewhere above the sound of your strings,
To heaven you’re a troubadour angel now
But to us you are everything.

~Carl Vinison Barbour Jr.
Always Sonny to his friends
1940-2006
The song never ends~