Forget me not when I am turned to clay
My boisterous song long silenced under stone,
But know that one man worshipped you each day
Believing all you touched was purest gold;
No greater legacy to leave than love—
Those those sweet cherubs our heart’s realm did grace,
For all life’s blessings, I thank God above;
May cherished journeys end in heaven’s praise.
Remember how I oft did make you smile,
Remember soft how you would hold my hand,
Green eyes that did your very soul beguile,
Embraces warm replete with kisses grand.
These lines here writ to you in hope remind—
Though life will fade, my love shall outlast time.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
Loubert S Suddaby poems 