Forget me not when I am turned to clay

My boisterous song sure silenced under stone,

But know that one man worshipped you each day

Believing all you touched would turn to gold.

What greater legacy to leave than love

And those sweet cherubs our dear union graced.

For all life’s blessings, I thank God above—

May our dear journey end in heaven’s praise.

Remember how I often made you smile,

How you would sigh and gently hold my hand?

Green eyes that once your very soul beguiled,

Embraces warm, replete with kisses grand?

I write these lines that truth might here remind,

Though life shall fade, our love will outlast time.