In Loving Memory  Of Hilda V. Walsh

May 16, 1910 - October 3, 1997

Beside your grave I often stand

With heart both crushed and sore

But in the gloom the sweet words come,

“Not lost, but gone before.”

God knows how much I miss you

He counts the tears I shed,

And whispers,

“She only sleeps, your loved one is not dead.”

So I’ll be brave dear Nannie,

And pray to God each day,

And when he calls me home to you

Your smile will guide the way.

Our eternal love to you,

Lisa and Julie

Newtown Bee                   October 6, 2000