Below are links to poems and/or stories written during the time Robert was missing through now.
Every Day That PassesDedicated to Robert Allen Miller May 24,2005
Every day that passes
It hurts a little more
We sit and wait for you
To come strolling through the door.
The pain is overwhelming
We don’t know what to say
In silence we sit thinking
“Why did He take our Angel away?”
We know you will always be here
In our hearts and greatest dreams
But we all need you here
As our friend, and part of our teams.
The love we have for You
Everyone knew was rare
For all of us who grew
Now we’ve come to care.
Everyday that passes
It hurts a little more
We know You were sent to Heaven
To laugh, smile, and soar
Written by a classmate of Robert’s while he was still missing
May, 2005
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If I could talk with you right now…
I would tell you that I love you…
I would ask you not to cry for me
or anguish that we’re apart,
I would hold you
and wipe away your tears
I would tell you how blessed I was
To have had you in my life,
To have known,
your beautiful heart,
And I would take your hand
and whisper softly
“Don’t worry…
For I cannot even begin to describe
the joy of being
In the father’s arms…
Our separation is but an instant,
In the eternity of Love we share.”
~Crystal Hagle
Christmas 2005
The Broken Chain
We little new that morning
that God was going to call your name
In life we loved you dearly;
In death we do the same,
It broke our hearts to lose you;
For a part of us went with you;
The day God called you home
You left us peaceful memories
Your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you,
you are always at our side,
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems to be the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
As you hold me
close in memory
Although we are apart,
My spirit,
will live on,
there
within’ your heart…
I AM WITH YOU
ALWAYS!!!
~Crystal Hagle
Christmas 2005
Merry Christmas From Heaven
Merry Christmas from Heaven
I still hear the songs
I still see the lights
I still feel your love
on cold wintery nights
I still share your hopes
and all of your cares
I’ll even remind you
to please say your prayers
I just want to tell you
you still make me proud
You stand head and shoulders
above the crowd
Keep trying each moment
To stay in his grace
I came here before you
To help set your place
You don’t have to be
Perfect all the time
He forgives you to slip
If you continue to climb
To my family and friends
Please be thankful today
I’m still close beside you
In a new special way
I love you all dearly
Now don’t shed a tear
Cause I’m spending my
Christmas with Jesus this Year!!!
~Crystal Hagle
Christmas 2005
I Don't Know You
I Don't Know You
Dedicated to Sonoma County Sheriff's Helicopter Unit
On the radio I hear about the rescues you have done.
Rescuing those that get trapped on ocean rocks, or in deep ravines.
But I don't know you.
Periodically I have read in the newspaper that once again you have risked your life to save another.
But I don't know you.
If you had asked me "Do you appreciate what I do for mankind?"
I would of responded "most definitely."
But I don't know you.
I hear your distinctive powerful engine fly over my house, and I am comforted knowing that your are on duty.
But I don't know you.
You searched for many days looking for my son's body that rested on the bottom of the River.
But I don't know you.
You patiently listening to me as I begged you not to stop searching for him.
But I don't know you.
You were there when his body was recovered from the River. I'm sure you too were sad.
But I don't know you.
Since that tragic day you have been there for me during the ups, and downs giving me strength and support.
When I am asked "Do I know you?"
I respond "that's my Friend."
~Michelle Wilder (Robert's Mom)
July 2008
Where Are You My Son?
Where Are You My Son?
I can hear your voice loud and clear as if you were sitting next to me.
I can remember your sweet scent as a small child.
I can feel your presence with me, and the love for you I have always treasured.
But I don't see you. Where are you my son?
Oh yes, you went to be with God.
You Are More Than A Memory
My heart aches for you since you went to be with God.
I indulge myself with your belongings. The hand prints and poems you had made in school.
All of your pictures.
The memories we made together
Good and not so good.
When I feel you have become a memory
then you surprise me by letting me know
you are not far.
Today I sit here writing poems,
which I have never done before.
You have given me the words to write.
You are more than a Memory.