Darius L. Parish
January 23, 1991 - November 27, 2011


Still Waters

by Tanya Weston-Butler, Rex Horan, and Sara Lee


A Mother’s Love by Helen Steiner Rice

A Mother’s love is something
that no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotion
and of sacrifice and pain.

It is endless and unselfish
and enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it
or take that love away.

It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking.

It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems.

It is far beyond defining,
it defies all explanation,
And it still remains a secret
like the mysteries of creation.

A many splendored miracle
man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
of God’s tender guiding hand.

In a picture there’s a boy and a building
Blue jeans, red t-shirt, white Jordans
In his hand he holds his future
Wondering where he’ll be in thirty years

Described by a teacher in a letter
Well mannered, inquisitive, and talented
He wasn’t searching, knew where he was going
Ready to take on life’s challenges.

For eight years it was Darius and me
A mother’s love’s without measure
Kicking hard to stay afloat
It was a struggle but we made it togethe
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He was trusting and never took advantage
I could trust him with all that I had
Such a role model and inspiration
No was a word he never said

To his sister he was “Brabra”
Ready to lend her a hand
With a ride in his white Monte Carlo
A thoughtful, unforgettable man.

For eight years it was Darius and me
A mother’s love’s without measure
Kicking hard to stay afloat
It was a struggle but we made it together

Calm spirit, still waters
Quiet spirit, still waters
Calm spirit, still waters
Quiet spirit, still waters

For eight years it was Darius and me
A mother’s love’s without measure
Kicking hard to stay afloat
It was a struggle but we made it together

Calm spirit, still waters