I strove with none, for none was worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature, Art:
I warm‘d both hands before the fire of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
A short funeral poem by Helen Lowrie Marshall about happy memories living on after a loved one has gone.
You left without Warning. Gone so fast. Now all we have Are memories Of our past. You are loved by so many. You might not
Remember all those happy days, those times she called our own In all those well-loved places where you now grieve alone. And those small endearing
My dear sweet heavenly father, I come to you today with faith and hope; I ask, send an angel Mama’s way. I know her time
