Memory is a lovely lane,
Where hearts are ever true,
A lane I so often travel down,
Because it leads to you.
Your presence I miss,
Your memory I treasure,
Loving you always,
Forgetting you never.
I sit and wonder every day,
Why they chose to call you away,
I think they saw you needed rest,
As they only takes the very best.
Everyday in some small way,
Memories of you come our way,
Though absent, you are always near,
Still missed, loved, always dear
nikita
1st December 2012