Speak of me when I am gone When I no longer greet the dawn And bid no more the night farewell Speak of me, remember well All the times we shared together And cherish them, please, forever.
Grieve not long when I depart For I'll be still within your heart I'll still live in each memory You'll have still each thought of me Take comfort that I'm home at last The vic'try won, my labors past.
I shall be in God's embrace I shall see His radiant face And I'll ask He comfort you Bless your days your whole life through Dry your tears and your fears erase Fill you full of His loving grace...
And bring you safely home to me Where we'll dwell with Him eternally.
Thank you, Balladeer, you are the angel! Thank you, Nan, I will check it out! Eloise, thank you too, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Elizabeth, thanks to you too! Shouldn't you be in bed? You have your appointment in Philadelphia tomorrow, right? GET SOME SLEEP! ...ooops, I mean today, as it is after midnight!
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Kamla,I love it when you're on line first thing in our morning!
Marge, I was unaware of your tragedy. I have a special poem which I will post for you later today, which I wrote for my sister. It was one of the first Poems I wrote. I realize how great your loss. My sister is everything to me. LOve ya, liz
on the threshold of a dream
****applauding through tears******* Thank you! I've been searching for the way to say it and you've put it so nicely. My Dad simply went home early and the rest of us shall join him when our time is done.