I had thouht that your death

Was a waste and a destruction,

A pain of grief  hardly to be endured.

I am only begining to learn

That your life was a gift and a growing

And a loving left with me.

The desperation of death

Destroyed the existence of love,

But the face of death

Cannot destroy what has been given.

I am learning to look at your life again

Instead of your death and your departing.

                                                    Marjarie Pizer