Because I can't be there.

Simple, my gift to you;
A smile for old times,
for memories to be cherished,
worthy of a poem with better rhymes.

Life; so brief, yet sweet, brings with it;
Hope, which extends past the shadow, the darkness, the grief,
hope that, to emerge with it, brings beautiful release.
Evermore cherished will be your memories.
But now that smile; my gift, is fragile you see.
Evermore, with all sincerity I hope, you will find your peace.

22.4.92 - 22.10.11
Gabrielle McNeil.