I come to visit youeven on this cruel wintry day，and gaze across the meadowwhere， as children we would play.And I speak to you sweetlyover the chorus of the birds.I understand， and it's okay thatyou no longer speak to me through words.I'll be with you again，that I know is true……but for now it's very hardto live my life without you.I still feel your presence，I think of you and feel less alone，and with flowers in my hand，I lay my love upon your stone.Author： Teresa Lynn Sherry