Here beneath this granite stone
Lies the heart and soul and solid bone
Of someone who was called with love
Dad and Grandpa and Honey Dove

A man with a smile and a velvet voice
Full of laughter and storys of every choice
Who said what he meant and meant what he said
And laughed with his children preparing for bed

Who worked every morning late into the day
Never complaing but thankful for a full day's pay
He wasn't a large man in body or size
His mind and his humor and his heart was the prize

This man will be missed by a lot of his folks
His smile and his wisdom and his collection of jokes
But most of all when we feel alone
We'll remember with love the wonderful man that lies under this stone.

There's a faraway place

There's a place faraway we go to, only in our dreams. It's warm and its wonderful and full of life and never to be shared. Its the sum of all our desires, our refuge from the problems of life. Its a place of brilliant color, warm with the glow of contentment, filled with clouds of mystery, sizes and shapes to be discovered in awe and amazement as we lay in loving embrace on the warm, soft ground.



As I awake each morning from wonderful slumber, I look across the pillow at your exquisite face and I can't wait to start this day's adventure with you by my side. I desperately want to kiss you awake but want you to enjoy your last twenty winks. I never want to miss a chance to tell you I love you. We live in today but are never promised tomorrow. If my last words are that I love you then I will have summarized my life in full.

For there's a place faraway that we go to, that's never to be shared
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