People say that death,
Is the end of all life,
When people are gone,
And the reaper's swung his scythe,
But I do not think that,
I think it's a lie,
But if you believe that,
Then that is fine,
For I believe,
That death is the beginning,
And that they can,
Always be remembered,
For even in death,
A part of them lasts,
That is the memories,
With them that we've shared,
Even though you can never again,
Share a hug,
Talk to them,
Or even once, hold their hand,
You have your memories,
And you know that,
The will always be waiting,
For you in Heaven.
Kelly Aragon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-is-not-the-end-2/
