We think
of them fondly
And
though they are not here
We still
feel their presence…
In our
hearts they are near.
The mem’ries
we cherish
Of the
times now long gone
All
serve to remind us
That
time ever rolls on.
What
we have – we have now,
But
that won’t always be,
What
awaits tomorrow
Today
no man can see.
The kind
words then spoken
By the
ones who’ve crossed o’er,
We once
took for granted
Now
they mean so much more.
For
they’re all we have left
Of those
times long ago,
How
we’d love to see them…
Our
hearts long for them so!
We know
that they’re gone now,
Still
we can’t help but say,
“In
a way they’re still here
And
are with us each day!
We think
of them fondly,
Though
their forms are not here,
We still
feel their presence…
In our
hearts they are near.”
H.
L. Gradowith
01-01-2002