By Emily Dickinson It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, – – Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a […]

We little knew that morning God was going to call your name, In life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone. Part of us went with you, the day God call you home. You left us wonderful memories; your love […]

When I come to the end of the road, and the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that was once shared. Miss me, […]