Good-Bye
Good-bye
Strange are memories now which seem
Too sadly as a dream,
Would wake the morrow to hear her voice
Speaking softly words to me
Though still as dreams forgot
This never we denied,
When all that yet once was
Is just silently held inside
Words said through silent tears, good-by
Then a kiss on the cheek,
Would I recall her face, her eyes?
Or her silent word good-bye
To Clara(my gramma)
By M. Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2010
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