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Written for Stormy Lady's Show Me Your Poetry and Win Contest |
I REMEMBER Soft winds blow above the stones as a gentle rain begins to fall, and nature, with its many blessings, offers peace and comfort to us all. Below the earth my family sleeps, each one taken in God's own time; I remember each as once they were when life was theirs in which to shine. Each name engraved upon the stones is a memorial that will always last, stirring a memory of all the yesterdays as I stop and look back at the past. Countrymom 6/3/05 |