The
years will fall like autumn leaves upon his memory.
The touch of Time will ease the heartache, gently, tenderly…
It cannot always be like this; the agony will cease.
And I, resigned, shall find at last – my healing and my peace.
There comes a time when grief must end and sorrow pass away.
Never will he be forgotten – but there’ll come a day –
when I shall remember him without a stab of pain –
happy in the secret knowledge that we’ll meet again.
(Patience
Strong)
