Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem



We thought of you with love today,
but that is nothing new.

We thought about you yesterday,
and the days before that, too.

We think of you in silence,
We often speak your name.

All we have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.

Your memory is our keepsake
with which we'll never part.


God has you in his keeping,
we have you in our hearts.
- author unknown -

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