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 joy and the good
life I lived while I was strong.
Please, continue my heritage, I'm
counting on you. Keep smiling,
surely the sun will shine through.
My mind is at ease, my soul at
rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was
blessed. Continue traditions, no
matter how small. Go on with your
life, don't worry at all.
I do miss you dearly, so keep up
your head, until the day comes
and we're together again.