...Til Then
As the busyness of the day subsides
In the quiet of the evening, there abides
The painful emptiness of not having you
Our days were happy but seemed so few.
How I'd love to have you at my side
To sit and chat and to confide
The joys and sorrows of my heart
Of which you were so much a part.
A tune, a flower, a memory shared
Reminders of how much you cared
You lived, and loved, and live again
In Heaven we'll meet
And I shall live and love and wait with joy
...Til then.
Lovingly dedicated to my husband Ken
Helen M. Thompson
ŠNovember 13, 1999
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