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,
and 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
brightly through.
My mind is at ease, and my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was Blessed.