Embezzled with Lace

When moments are rare and the day has come
I will lay quiet, saddened and numb.

I hate to fear the end of what we may face
When the hard looking wood will be embezzled with lace.

The breath will be gone and far away
Acknowledging the fear of what has come to this day.

No time can tell, the prediction is unknown
However, we must ignite the fire in our every bone.

When these moments come to none
and our faith has seem to be gone
we will remember who we loved,
and what he had done.

We will reminisce the laugh, the joy
the happiness, and the love we felt.
And yes, we'll remember that day nevertheless.

By: Elyse R Foltz