Wednesday, March 18, 2009
In the graveyard softly sleeping.
Where the trees gently wave,
Lies the one we loved so dearly,
Tried so hard but could not save.
He will never be forgotten,
Never shall his memory fade,
Kindest thuoghts will always linger
Around the grave where he is laid.
The Golden Gates were opened,
A gentle voice said "Come"
With a farewell left unspoken
Our dear one entered home.
