posted Jan 4, 2009, 5:32 PM by Arthur Fudge
Sometimes at night when I close my eyes,
I can see your face and your pretty eyes.
For that moment time stops, and I’m with you once more,
But, it does not last and I feel sad to the core.
When I fall asleep I might dream of you.
Then morning comes and I awake to what’s true.
There might be a song or a breeze or a scent,
That takes me back to the life we had spent.
It is all that I have now to keep you near,
My memories and dreams that I hold so dear.

By Harriet McKaughlin
In Memory of her daughter, Emily