A cycle has gone
Since life deserted you
Leaving you stranded on the bank
Of the obscure netherworld.
The silence is too thick
But not strong enough
To built a bridge
To cross that deep misty river.
But not one day passes
That you are not in our thoughts
Your wisdom is always there
To lighten our present load.
Whatever the situation
We can still recall your wit.
Of our endless conversations
You are an eternal witness.
You're alive in our hearts
Despite what our minds say
We love you
So rest in peace.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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