Monday, April 20, 2020
A poem for Auntie Barb
Life is short,
It's not enough.
We must understand,
That this is tough.
For when we pass,
we must grieve.
For better tomorrow's
will be the reprieve.
To remember your laugh,
we must seek
The joy in memories,
will be the peak.
For sadness is a mountain,
we must climb.
We'll meet again soon,
and happiness we'll find.
