Forget me not when I am turned to clay
My boisterous song there silenced beneath stone,
But know that one man worshipped you each day
Believing all you touched would change to gold;
No greater legacy to leave than love
And those sweet cherubs our dear realm did grace,
For all life’s blessings I thank God above;
May cherished journeys end with 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.
