Our Memories Build A Special Bridge

Our hearts are broken forever. People tell us that in time the pieces will eventually come back together. If this is true, though hard to

Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf, From this deep sorrow – from this painful grief? How can I go on or find

A memorial poem by F. Beaumont, a reflection on mortality. Ideal as a eulogy or funeral poem for a loved one.

When you remember me, Please do not weep. My body may not be there. It has chosen to sleep. I’m not that far away. My