DAYNA MARIE FURE

I wish heaven had a phone so I could hear your voice again.

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.

I thought about you yesterday and the days before that, too.

I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.

All I have are memories and a picture in a frame.

Your memory is a keepsake, from which I’ll never part . . .

God has you in his arms; I have you in my heart.

We all love you and miss you.