We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
And the days before that too.
We think of you in silence,
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories,
And your picture in a fame.
Your memory is a keepsake,
With which we will never part.
God has you in his keeping,
We have you in our hearts.
Anon
