"Roses"
to walk this road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden dear,
With happy days we've known.
In spring I'll wait for roses red.
When fades the lilac blue,
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first and I remain
For the battles to be fought
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot!
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope.
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me with hope.
Should you go first and I remain
To finish out the scroll,
No lengthening shadow shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much happiness,
We've had our cup of joy.
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you do:
Walk slowly down the path of death
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same
For some day down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name.
From the Congressional Record,
June 9, 1941
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow,
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain,
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush,
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am in the starshine of the night,
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
And a cure was not to be
So He put his arms around you
And whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes, we watched you suffer
And saw you fade away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating ,
A beautiful smile at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove
He only takes the best.
It's lonesome here without you,
We miss you so each day,
Our lives aren't the same
Since you went away.
When days are sad and lonely,
And everything goes wrong,
We seem to hear you whisper,
"Cheer up and carry on."
Each time we see your picture,
You seem to smile and say,
"Don't cry, I'm in God's keeping,
We'll meet again someday."
I didn't get to say "goodbye",
And all the words I wanted you to hear.
I should have said them when I had my chance,
But I thought that you would always be near.
I ran out of time to let you know,
Just how much you meant to me.
I should have told you, but I thought you knew,
But now I will never know,If you really did see.
When l talk to you in my prayers at night,
I hope you can hear all I have to say.
I would have told you, if only I could,
Have had you back for one more day.
Perhaps there were words you wanted to say also,
That were left unsaid by you.
But I do know that you loved me,
As you knew that I loved you too.
We should always say what we feel in our heart,
As tomorrow may never come.
Speak those words today as you feel them,
And never lose your chance to tell someone.
Because We did Not Get to Say Good Bye"
