A gentle breeze whispers
And soothes o'er my heart;
How sweet are the memories
Of you it imparts.
My friend, Oh, how precious
Your presence has been.
How often our paths crossed
As our lives journeyed on.
My memories of you
Will be ever sweet,
And touched by the promise
That in heaven we'll meet.
Though earthly life changes,
Time and friends pass away;
How certain the promise
We'll meet in that bright Day!
(c) Norma Gail Thurston Holtman
September 17, 2010
Thank you Norma for that sweet poem. You are such an excellent writer!
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