We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday
And days before that, too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have are memories
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake
With which we’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
I still say I Love You, But now there’s no reply. I always feel your presence As if you never left my side. I remember
A short funeral poem by Mary Lee Hall about finding your way through grief and being thankful for time with a loved one.
I sit alone now in the darkness of despair. I cry my silent tears. My heart is broken into a million tiny pieces. The silence
A thousand times we needed you. A thousand times we cried. If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died. A heart
