We thought of you with love today.
But that was nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
If you follow a seagull it will lead you to cow that looks better than your own cow, but isn’t.