• The power of memories is strong.
    The times spent were given gifts of joy.
    To look back on them and cry seems wrong,
    But things always fall apart like a cheap toy.

    The memories of a lost, dear friend,
    Where the faces were all so sweet,
    Now come to mind as at an end.
    Those faces now lost in an eternal sleep.

    Pain sprouts from what was so dear.
    The memories bring tears to the eyes.
    From knowing they are gone and no longer near,
    It’s no wonder everyone in the world cries.

    But is this the end of our friends, our family members?
    I suppose not, at least not as long as one person remembers.