Sometimes a warm memory
Sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like a song
Of a meadowlark.
Then it flies away on silent wings
And I'm alone;
Hungering for more of light
It had shown.

Sometimes I'll read
The treasured card you had given me
And each word's special
Meaning makes me see.
The precious gift of love I was
Fortunate to receive,
And I realize you'd never want
To see me grief.

You are gone,
But I still remember you sometimes...
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