In memory of Lucille DeWitt.
It’s been twelve years on October 17th, Dad’s birthday, that you left us.
Remembrance is a golden chain, death tries to break, but all in vain.
To have, to love, and then to part is the greatest sorrow of one’s heart.
The years wipe out many things, but this they wipe out never, the memory of those happy days when we were all here together.