CROSSING THE BAR
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call from me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew
from out the boundless deep.
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of time and place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
- (A. Lord Tennyson)-
ALL THE TIMES
For all the times you picked us up
when we would fall down.
For all the times you gave to us
a loving smile for a frown.
The delicious food you always prepared,
and glass of wine before bed.
If you needed something for yourself,
you'd put us first instead.
For everything we've shared;
the laughter and the tears.
You have been loved so deeply
and always will be for years.
You will be missed. Forever in our hearts.
