Though it was time, it was too soon to grieve
Inside every goodbye, a hopeful whisper
Forever believing in the healing of saints
Yet every summer must succumb to winter
Long ago, forever was time as a child
Counting grains of sand before mourning sunsets
Finding moments for jars that measured love
Remembering, because silence never forgets
And though we take our leave of happiness
They tell us that the life for which we weep
Are oceans dragging memories from the shore
To make way for the footprints our children will keep