SHAWN PATRICK MC CLINTIC
July 3, 1974 - December 18, 2005
My Tribute to You
Why were you taken from us so soon
it makes no sense to me,
You had music to make and smiles to cause
so many sights to see.
You touched the lives of many - more than you could ever know,
I don’t understand - I ask each day
why did you have to go?
My phone still rings but it isn’t you
with something funny to share,
I check my email everyday -
no message from you there.
My front door opens —
someone comes walking through,
It breaks my heart knowing it
will never again be you.
At the game night table
forever will sit an empty chair,
No more endless nights of
Risk or Clue or Truth or Dare.
Never again will we share the
laughter that made us cry,
Over something so silly
others would never understand why.
No more Shawn stories - told
in the way only you could tell,
From dot,dot,dot to Pessi,
to the day your pants fell.
You were three the time I called from
South Carolina just to talk to you,
You wanted me to take you to Donalds
said “when I come home - we’ll do.”
You cried and cried - you thought I
was coming that very day,
Your mom and dad tried to explain but
you didn’t want to hear what they had to say.
I felt so bad for making you cry
a few days later in I flew,
And off to “Donalds” we went
just me and you.
Wrapped right around your little finger
is where you’ve always had me,
And there is no other place on earth
that I would rather be.
Later you were fascinated by
the 900 numbers on tv,
You could talk to Hulk Hogan and others
you thought you could see.
Didnt take you long to figure out
that was a great big NO,
By the time your mother was done
you were laying low.
You and mother are together again
along with grandma, mammy and pap,
Without a doubt your pushing buttons -
flipping switches - stealing pap’s cap.
The year you won the states
You proved to all what you could do,
When we got the call you beat Chiz
damn we were proud of you.
I will never forget that day at Dorney
when like an lady of the opera you sang,
The audience stood with open mouth
through the crowd your voice rang.
Unbelievable, amazing, how did he do that
they were all impressed,
We all just smiled - we always knew -
you could conquer any quest.
You were the first in the family
off to college to get a degree,
Again proud we were knowing
you would be all you could be.
Your God given musical talent
was something very rare,
You worked hard - you were the best
none will ever compare.
You unselfishly shared your knowledge
always willing to guide and teach,
Bringing out the ability in many
that they thought they couldn’t reach.
You left footprints on the hearts of
the many people you knew,
With your quick wit and jokes -
or just by being you.
Not only were you a talented musician
but a very special person as well,
You loved life, laughter, fun and games
and some things I can’t tell.
As this is being read
I can see that gleam in your eyes,
I can see that impish grin
Hear your laughter from the skies.
Your looking down and saying
“Stop crying - shed not another tear”
“ I am going to take a minute
to tell you why I’m here.”
“God needed a trumpet player -
to complete his heavenly band,”
“He knew that I would be willing
to lend a helping hand.”
“He said he had been searching
for the best of the best,”
“I was the chosen one
for I passed His every test.”
“When you softly feel the music
floating in the air,”
“Or hear the whistle of the train,
know that I am there.”
“I will be with you always
I cannot leave your heart,”
“Think of me and smile
and we’ll never be apart.”