Young, Frances

YOUNG – In memory of Frances.
Gone is the face we loved so dear.
Silent is the voice we loved to hear.
Too far away for sight or speech.
But not too far for thought to reach.
Sweet to remember her who once was here,
And who though absent is just as dear.
Today brings memories of our loved one gone to rest.
She will never be forgotten by the ones who loved her best.
The flowers we place upon her grave
May wither and decay, but love for her
Who sleeps beneath will never fade away.
Always and forever,
Bill and family