Death may have silenced your voice, but I can hear you as you speak a thousand words

I hear them in the quiet of the day

And I feel them with every breath of spring that fills my lungs 

Each breeze that ripples a flag, or scatters a dandilion

Leaves its gentle trace 

A lifetime of goodness and faithfulness

Your kindness lingers ever near

You are not forgotten

Your good deeds echo through this world and continue on their path 

Poem by Kathleen Prue