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 the heritage, I'm
counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun
will shine through. My mine is at
ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how truly I was
blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter
how small. Go on with your life,
don't worry about falls.
I miss you all dearly, so keep up
your chins, until the day comes
we're together again.