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. Re-
membering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small,
go on with your life, don't worry about
falls, I do miss you dearly, so keep up
your chin. Until the day comes we're are
together again.