I Placed This Poem In Your Yearbook
In Honor Of Your 10th Year Reunion
May 1998
I Love You, Trace
"HAD YOU BEEN OLD"
By: Elizabeth Hollister Frost
Had you been old I
might be reconciled
To see you gathered
to the silent wild.
Were your days darkened,
weary, shattered, told.
Had life with disillusion
been defiled.
And grief poured on your head
its molten gold
Had you been old.
But you were young
your faith a fire unshaken
Your hair bright tossed with wind
your breath swift taken
With dear delight of earth
with arms outflung to joy.
Just then, just then
to be forsaken of breath?
To leave the melody unsung
When you were young.
"MY SOUL"
By: Tracy Rodriguez
On Tracy's 10th Birthday in Heaven
Deep in my heart there is an emptiness;
A longing for someone cherished.
Someone loved more than she could have ever imagined.
Someone who touched my soul.
Someone who was my soul, my life, my love.
Someone who reached out to others.
Someone who was always there.
Someone, without whom, my life would have been a tragedy.
Someone who made me laugh and made me cry.
Someone who was taken from me too soon.
Someone who, even now, can be seen in others.
Someone who still makes me laugh and makes me cry.
Someone who is still a part of me, of my soul, of my life.
Someone for whom my love will never die.
Someone who was, is, and always will be, MY DAUGHTER.
Someone whom I will never forget.
"ALL IS WELL"
By: Rosamunde Pilcher
Death is nothing at all. It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly
together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other,that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used to.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the houshold word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort,
without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you,
for an interval, somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.