Forgive me , but I did not sleep well last night, either.

I placed my hand upon the rugged stone
At her favorite place by the shore.
Though the air was cool
The stone was warm
Where her hand had just been before.

My dear is now gone.
Her life has flown away.
There is a stone in my soul.
Let this stone not mark a grave,
But what she meant to me that day.

Life is filled with many stones
Forgetfulness helps, so I'm told.
But while we can touch that stone
In our souls with love
Then that stone will not grow cold.

Not so long ago
A friend passed this way
With grieving deep in her heart
Words are only words.
But to her I would say:

Let me take your hand and warm it with my own
Let my pledge for you be retold
He will never, never fade from your heart
And the stone shall not grow cold.