Poem By Roy A. Payne
So many say they loved her;
They say she always had a smile.
No matter that she felt bad,
she was kindly all the while.
Slowly she has been failing;
Much too often she felt bad.
But, she was this lovely lady
who hid the illnesses she had.
So when, at last, she slipped away
The love she leaves—a glowing ember
Those smiles and acts of friendship,
This is what we'll long remember.