One day, then another,
Each day marches by.
Some moving slowly,
Others seem to fly.
A cup full of blessings
And a basket of tears,
Measure the passage
Of these long years.
Until you were gone
My eyes could not see
Exactly how much
You meant to me.

About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.

Copyright © 2000 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.

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