Time has that healing touch,
As the years go by,
The pain drifts away,
But memories remind us everyday,
Of our loved ones lost.
Time has that special way,
It's healing powers,
Help us get through each day,
An invisible hand,
As the hours pass away,
Time is what we need,
To handle the grief,
Such a difficult feat indeed.
But we get there in the end,
For life goes on,
Memories are our greatest friend.
Jayne Louise Davies
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