Le Mon d' Ray





Novembers Of Our Life

Through the pain of each November
We must celebrate the June,
And cherish each and every moment
Of a life finalized too soon.

For precious are those memories,
The colossal and the small.
Priceless beyond any measure,
Yet freely given were they all,

To hold and ponder in our hearts
In a special 'love' account.
Drawing from it every day
Cannot diminish the amount,

Of love and laughter, life experiences,
That nary a soul can take away.
They are gifts once given long ago,
To sustain us through today.

Smiles and hugs and kisses,
Treasured now as we did then,
To help us stand the test of time
Until we meet again.

Eternally,
Mom
November, 2003



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