No more your face to look upon
Or your beautiful smile to see
Though deep inside my heart I know
You still reside with me.

When the sun cast down its golden rays
That’s when I see your smile
Then rain drops fall just like my tears
And my heart aches for a while

A rainbow in the sky appears
With a beauty of its own
And on the breeze I hear your voice
It whispers you’re not alone.

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Sandra Woolridge 2012

Enriched by their sacrifice,
Impoverished by their loss,
Eternal gratitude from
their successors
Written by Hector Quine

They shall grow not old
As we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning
We will remember them…
Laurence Binyon

When You Go Home,
Tell Them Of Us And Say,
For Your Tomorrow,
We Gave Our Today