TO MARGARET

You left me three red roses
Before you went away:
Tenfold I give them back to you
This melancholy day.
You are not here to see them,
They wither on your grave;
This is the final parting
And Memory’s all I have.

The memory of your kindness,
The love we knew at last,
The music and the dancing,
The stories of our past;
The sunshine and the laughter,
The little things we shared,
These little things that meant so much
Because I knew you cared.

No more your kiss will greet me
At evening when I come,
No more your arms enfold me,
Your gentle lips are dumb.
Death won a hollow victory,
He took the lesser part;
The essence that is you, dear,
Still lives within my heart.

Donald Ian McGregor 1908 -1985

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