Tyrone Nicholson





In Memory of Tyrone Nicholson





Twelve years ago you knocked on my window looking for someone to love you and feed you.  For several nights you came at the same time and after several weeks, I was able to have the honor of loving you inside my home.  I love you very much, with all my heart, and know now, you are at peace.


God saw you getting tired, 

When a cure was not to be.

So He wrapped his arms around you,

and whispered, "come to me."

You didn't deserve what you went through,

So He gave you rest.

God's garden must be beautiful,

He only takes the best

And when I saw you sleeping,

So peaceful and free from pain

I could not wish you back

To suffer that again.