Memories

by afrodite   Dec 20, 2005


Death is all around us, its in everything we see, its a part of life , the process, and its part of you and me.
it takes the best of us, although neutral we see it as some plot.
a conspiracy against you , your family, or like you've been forgot.
its not in spite, there is no fight its to stop the pain they feel.
i know how hard it is, i know it doesn't seem real. but remember the happy times , our memories are a gift.
they're there to help us cope with life, to give our mood a happy lift.

so think back to your happiest time, when you can see their face, their smile will help to ease your pain and with time you'll be happy again.

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