When parent leaves us all alone,
As death you’ve taken as a thief,
The hurt inside we will bemoan,
The veil of tears n’er covers grief,
For we remember happy days,
The laughter and the coffee talks,
Bring back to us the simple ways,
A few more times the garden walks.
This life and death a mystery,
We yearn to solve this puzzle true,
Each soul has seen through history-
These troubled times yet make it through.
Then so together you and I,
We forge ahead and make our plan,
God still provides until we die,
To build from here the best we can.
We’ll n’er forget the loved ones lost,
Fine memories are brought to mind,
As grief demands a lesser cost,
We’ll sense again that life is kind.
Peter Lowell Paulson
February 21, 2011
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