IN LOVING MEMORY

 

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Memories of loved ones all gone from this life,
 Of my parents, my husband, of being his wife,
 I know I so loved them and will never forget,
 But who loved the family whom I never met.

 In the far distant past or gone before,
They were lost and forgotten, here no more,
No one to remember, no one to care,
No one to bring flowers or say a prayer.

Until I remembered a name from the past,
 A memory forgotten, remembered at last,
 On a weathered old tombstone I saw your name,
 I found your child and your parent's again.

 I now tell their story and all that I know,
 A memorial to my kinfolk of so long ago,
 The rich and the poor in the far distant past,
 Now that I've found them, remembered at last.

© 2000 Carole A. M.  Johnson