Although we've come to days that say goodbye
I hope that you will think of me as I
Will think of you with gentleness and smile,
So grateful for the time we shared awhile,
I knowing that the years will never part
The nature of a Mary blessed with heart
To give of kindness fully to all men,
I stop now in my going, so to pen
The lines that tell you that there is no end
To memory of those whom each called friend.
(July 19,1948)
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