Grief Poem - Memories

Just thinking 'bout those gone ahead, a week, a month or years.

Our Dad or Mom, family and friends, memories do bring on tears.

Thinking about the trips we took, Oceans or Mountains tall.

What fun we had climbing some hills, just careful not to FALL!

Our Dad could do most anything; farmed, ranched, and shoe a horse;

He took good care of all of us, and loved "outdoors," of course

Our Mama was the bestest cook, the neighbors said so too!

Dinners with Mom as super great, she made a GREAT beef stew.

Not all God's men are made the same; town guys to country hicks.

From milking cows to...