Hold your loved ones close to you
But do not hold too tightly
When the eve is bathed in dew
Or as the sun beams brightly
Hold them close and love them well
They are not ours forever
And only God above can tell
When this gold thread will sever
Tell them kindly, tell them oft
The love you dearly treasure
In touch and tone, patient and soft
Fill their hearts with pleasure
Lest suddenly we’re called to bear
The path of grief tomorrow
And all the words we did not share
Would be our greatest sorrow
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Janet Martin
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