Your face that always wore a smile,
In death is peaceful and so still.
Will I forget it in a while?
No, I know I never will.
In my dreams you had remained
As you were when so full of fun,
But now I fear that may have changed
And the nightmares have begun.
The lips that used to smile so much,
The deep-set eyes of sparkling blue;
So many wanted just to touch
Your hand, and get close to you.
Now as I look upon your face,
Pale skin against the dark hair;
And searching only for a trace
Of life – but none is there.
And gazing now with dimming sight,
I sadly realize the truth;
I’ve lost the hero of my life,
The golden idol of my youth.
Your face, which millions loved to see
Smiling, is now calm and serene;
Your face will always be with me
In my heart and in my dreams.
© 1977 Fay Herridge