A Poem for Tammy
A Testiment to Her Memory
Memories, they seem so fleeting,
Yet when someone dies
Its memories that keep on streaming.
You yearn to see her just one last time,
Its then you realize
That precious memories are a crime.
“Take compfort in the cross,” you hear.
In this there’s no disguise.
In times like these, keep the Savior near.
The pain of memories seem endless,
As well as tear-filled eyes,
Buy you, my friend, are never friendless.
For in the end it is her memory
That never, ever dies.
Her ever-lasting tesimony,
The amazing life poured out from above,
A truth which testifies
Her selfless and never-ending love.
