September 23, 2008

In Loving Memory

As the light of day grew shorter and dim,
so it was with you.
The cold came stronger with every visit and
the angst of the coming night was upon us all.
But when it came the scare was just a bluff
and death was swallowed up.

Even still, I miss you.



1918 - 2008

4 comments:

g13 said...

i loved this poem. thanks.

carl said...

..thank you. :)

Beaver Meadow said...

Very loving--- very moving

IZenBet said...

i hope you find peace mist your grieving