Out beautiful time at home on the spinning earth is brief. <br />The old ones survive this dear world deeply fatigued from grief. <br />The wish to see our lost loved ones up in heaven aloft <br />Is a glorious wish carried with us in our true thoughts. <br />During the autumn most trees cast off their rich, flaming leaves. <br />In the majesty of flowering stories we believe.<br /><br />Gayle Sweeney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grief-60/
