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