Weep not
Weep not for me whenever I am gone; for here I
Will remain.
In hearts and minds, spiritually and otherwise, there’s someone who will always say my name!
Look over by the willow tree, and watch me standing
There; A smile emblazoned on my face and no more
Pain or unhappiness ;I swear !
Eat well in memory of me; make the foods I would
Have done; and leave that empty dinner plate.
I am the extra one.
Laugh loud when you remember things I’d say, and
Things you know I’d do.
And when you smell that sweet perfume, know that I am with you in the room.
By Luvving
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