A/N: I wrote this on May 26, 1999. It was for my best friend at the time, because her great-grandmother died. She really appreciated it.

A Few Words Of Comfort

The time comes for us all someday,
When from this earth we must go away.
We never know how, why, when or where,
If we'll be young or old and losing our hair.

When it happens that they are taken from us,
We scream and cry and make a fuss.
We ask the questions "why me," "why now,"
Then we realize it was their turn to take a bow.

They will forever be watching over our world,
When they see us, their lips may be curled.
From their gentle hearts, for us there is love,
As they guard our realm from heaven above.