I will stroke your silver hair and wipe away
the fear
Let your soft tears fall like dew upon
my cheek
I embrace your heartache and sorrow so meek
I’ll kiss your wrinkled forehead wise and dear
Your lamentation will fall softly on my ear
Lift up your heart and hear the joyous rapture
Remembrance is a treasured gift to capture
Sacred memories never cease nor depart
Store them tenderly in a widow’s heart
Clear your sorrowful weary burdened eyes
Sunshine brightens memories we cannot hide
Reveries collected so dear tokens of lifetime love
Give permission to say goodbye like a soft dove.
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