Larry D. Crowder When I come to the end of the day,
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with you head bowed low.
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the maker's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.
2 comments:
This is a beautiful poem. Where did you find it? I hope your mom gets better soon. Love Ya!
Found the poem on the internet when seaching for memorial poetry.
Mom is doing better. Thanks. Love ya!
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