One Last Touch
You say good by to a yesterday love,
as memories surface on the wings of a dove.
Quiet is this room, where his body lies,
we are never ready when a part of us dies.
So many faces now look upon,
a wonderful person, forever gone.
Loved ones linger, they can't let go,
but death is the beginning, for our
Salvation we know.
One last touch, one last kiss,
forever in our hearts,
he will be missed.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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