To hope is to dream for all we can achieve,
To aid this path through life we weave.
Our time on earth is all to brief,
Our passing brings our loved ones grief.

But life is a journey we should always treasure,
Our passing memories should bring back pleasure.
To family, friends and loved ones all,
Those times we’ve shared too many to recall.

We live, we love, we laugh, we cry,
These moments grow as days go by.
Our memories gathered through the years,
So please don’t think of us through tears.

The gift of a child is a sight to see,
They fill our lives with so much glee.
We give them hope and aspiration,
Yet our passing fills them with desperation.

We do not choose our final date,
That rests purely in the hands of fate.
So we leave behind the ones we love,
As our calling comes, from high above.*

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2013