No more tears , no more cries
Death passed through wearing its disguise
Leaving footprints under a guise
Unwilling to let go or sympathize
left with memories that will fade
Marked in history as they are made
Holding memories like photos arrayed
In a world that is imperfectly on display
Believe and hope in another life
Where joy exists and there is no strife
Hope abounds as you come alive
In your new journey to the afterlife
MARYANN BOSAH 