In Memory

When you feel you cannot go on another day,
Think of your most cherished moments somewhere -
Back there yesterday.

Like the roses you carried on his final day,
Do not be like them and fade away.

The roses were meant to wilt and die,
Like man, it's God who decides why.

by Bonnie Achord

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