The Walking Dead Pt.2 Poem by cheryl davis miller

To bury you while yet alive
is hard, I just must say.
I will grieve for you til Father,
wipes all tears away.

Then somehow, [only He knows]
your memory I'll forget.
I weep because it sadly
hasn't happened yet.

Try as I may, I can't see
how you forgot His love.
Which came to earth when Jesus,
was sent from up above.

It's hard but not impossible
for with Him all things are.
Yet as it is, I will have to
love you from afar.

2 John: 7-11


c.d.m.5/2013