Thy memory, thy sum of good,
Remains transfixed, as it should,
For kindness, laughter, doesn’t fade,
But lives hereafter, the sun arrayed;
For joyful was your gentle spirit,
So generous your every merit,
That what’s eclipsed by you forgot,
Is on our lips, a fix-ed spot;
Then gentle soul of sunlit nature,
We recall your every feature,
And though your memory may be blurred,
We preserve your every word.
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The sniffles, like my words are all dried up now... You are so good to me. xo