They are not dead who leave us this
great heritage of remembering joy.
They still live in our hearts in the happiness
we knew in the dreams we shared.
They still breathe in the lingering
fragrance, windblown, from their favorite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight’s silver
And laugh in the sunlight’s sparking gold.
They still speak in the echoes of the
words we’ve heard them say, again and again.
They still move in the rhythm of
waving grasses, in the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not dead, their memory is warm
In our hearts, comfort, in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us but a part of us.
For love is eternal and those we love
shall be with us throughout all eternity.