THE FALLEN LIMB
A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve
not for me".
Remember the best times, the laughter,
the song. The good life I lived while I was
strong.
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine
through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how large or
or how small go on with your life.
I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes and we're together
again.