A close family friend of Robert H. Bright wrote this poem to honor the Malibu resident’s life and memories.
When the sun begins to set the sky transforms.
Clouds gradually changing like foliage on the autumn trees.
Reds and oranges reflect onto the ever flowing waves.
The clouds keep moving.
We all must keep moving.
You’ll always have a place in my heart.
On the beach, in Malibu.