The Memory of Someone Dear: A Poem

It's been the hardest day for me so far. I am looking forward to going back to libraryland tomorrow and moving on with living. I looked at all the wonderful cards that people have given me and I received a beautiful poem from my former pre-school teacher who knew Mom:

The memory of someone dear

Is like a thing of gold

That never dulls,

nor ever rusts,

nor grows the least bit old.

'Tis like a bit of sunshine

That fills an empty room,

Or like a lovely flower

That never fails to bloom.

The memory of someone dear

However long apart,

Is like a soothing melody

That lingers in the heart.