for those that I love who have passed on..
You cannot
say, you must not say
That they
are dead. They are just away
With a cherry
smile and a wave of the hand
They have
wandered into an unknown land
And left
us dreaming how very fair
It needs
must be, since they linger there:
So think
of them faring on, as dear in the love of there
As the love
of here
Think of
them still as the same and say
They are
not dead, they are just away.