Patti Masterman


Epilogue


I think we’re never really dead and gone,
Long as memories of us, in friends live on.
If our name yet on the lips is found,
Somehow our presence could still surround
To be recalled, each time a smile breaks thru;
As they think of the things we used to do.
Loved ones will imitate the little ways
With which we tried to brighten other days.
All the things we did to make life dear
They will remember, when we are not here.
It might appear death ends our life as such;
But we live on in those whose hearts we’ve touched.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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