Lois F. Owens

A limb has fallen from the family treeI hear a voice that whispers, 'Grieve not for me'Remember the best times, the laughter, the songsThe good I lived while I was strongContinue my heritage, I'm counting on youKeep on smiling, the sun will shine through.My mind is at ease, my soul is at restRemembering all...how I was truly blessedContinue traditions, no matter how smallGo on with your lives, don't stare at the wallI miss you all dearly so keep up your chinUntil that fine day we're together again.