I think we’re never really dead and gone, <br />Long as memories of us, in friends live on. <br />If our name yet on the lips is found, <br />Somehow our presence could still surround <br />To be recalled, each time a smile breaks thru; <br />As they think of the things we used to do. <br />Loved ones will imitate the little ways <br />With which we tried to brighten other days. <br />All the things we did to make life dear <br />They will remember, when we are not here. <br />It might appear death ends our life as such; <br />But we live on in those whose hearts we’ve touched.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epilogue-28/
