You will get over it, this
Amorphous loss, one voice
Among the cast of thousands;
You will, understand, go on.
One blossom faded, gone does
Not distract from flowers
Still at hand.
Imagine her in green,
At your God's feet, or
"In the Arms of Jesus,"
Sailing to the Summerlands...
You will, understand, adapt.
No pool of salt tears wept will
Stay from dessication.
Hearts ever mend.