THE GRIEVING PROCESS

The grieving process is hard for sure 
Thinking back to a person you used to adore 
It could be a lover a husband or a child 
Or a long lost relative whose love was never reconciled 

Whoever has died will not return once more 
Death I am afraid to say is the final straw 
Think back to the hours shared and the places you went 
The wonderful times with that person you spent 

Grieve for that person any way you choose 
Months turn to years and they soon become old news 
And when it's time for me to die 
Remember me fondly and do not cry