There was so much I wanted to remember,
To hold close in my heart, washed bright by tears;
The words of a careless song, your voice made tender,
A thread of melody for lonely years.
But Oh, so much has gone; I seek in vain,
Comfort in things you loved, some word you said.
That day we walked bare-headed in the rain,
You said it showered blossoms on my head;
I laughed. . . Dear God, how could I know
Remembering an April rain, would hurt me so.
KAY FRANCE.
To hold close in my heart, washed bright by tears;
The words of a careless song, your voice made tender,
A thread of melody for lonely years.
But Oh, so much has gone; I seek in vain,
Comfort in things you loved, some word you said.
That day we walked bare-headed in the rain,
You said it showered blossoms on my head;
I laughed. . . Dear God, how could I know
Remembering an April rain, would hurt me so.
KAY FRANCE.
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