Charles Kenyon Schlemmer
September 6, 1942 – September 9, 2020
They are not dead, Who leave us this great heritage Of remembered joy.
They still live in our hearts, In the happiness we knew, In the dreams we shared.
They still breathe, In the lingering fragrance windblown, From their favorite flowers.
They still smile in the moonlight's silver And laugh in the sunlight's sparkling gold.
They still speak in the echoes of words We've heard them say again and again.
They still move, In the rhythm of waves of grass, In the dance of the tossing branches.
They are not dead; Their memory is warm in our hearts, Comfort in our sorrow.
They are not apart from us, But a part of us For love is eternal, And those we love shall be with us Through all eternity.