The End?

How is it that when life stops

We leave so much behind?

Memories and heartache,

Fill our families loving minds.

I never will believe that

Those I’ve lost are gone,

One day I’ll see them again,

Somewhere, they must live on.

You see, it isn’t possible

That they’ve left us for good,

Though that’s what people tell me,

I know they never would.

I know they’re waiting somewhere,

And we’ll see them again,

The end of their life on this Earth

Is not really the end.