Dark is the hour in our house it seems
Sometimes I pray that it is only bad dreams
Weeping and sorrow
Better be the morrow
The tear that rolls down her cheek gleams
By: Omar McDog
In loving memory of Aunt Susan. The joy and laughter that you bring will be missed. But your memory will always be strong in our hearts
“Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, And sings the tune without words, and never stops at all” – Emily Dickinson
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