To some, the dead must seem like objects, <br />Things with no consciousness, now defunct, <br />But the dead have character that's still visible; <br />Lines and wrinkles deep imprint. <br /> <br />The dead have loved one's quiet tears, <br />Late at night or in the day, <br />They hold a place at memorys altar- <br />Smiles and laughter, now so rare. <br /> <br />Empty husks, though they may be, <br />They keep the secrets of someone dear; <br />Secrets never compromised- <br />No matter how near, no matter how far.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-matter-how-far-2/
