The world may never notice If a rosebud doesn’t bloom: Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon. But every life that ever forms, Or ever comes to be Touches the World in some small way For all eternity. The little ones we longed for Were swiftly here and gone. But the love that was then planted Is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty, Our hearts know what to do Every beating of my heart says “I Remember You” Author unknown
