To the Editor:
My wife Christine of 60 years passed away on May 20 of this year. Our oldest daughter Christina wrote the following poem in her memory.
It Comes in Waves
I see you sleeping
comfortably at rest
You look so peaceful
But it comes in Waves
You start getting restless
Anxious and in pain
I tried to remind myself
That it comes in waves
For soon you will rest again
What your body will allow
But it’s only temporary
Because it comes in waves
I didn’t cry this morning
Knowing you were resting
Trying to stay positive
But it comes in waves
The time has come
You are eternally at rest
And now the memories
Are coming in waves
Christina Anderson
granddaughter
Norway
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