What can I leave you, My loved ones so dear, But earthly possessions, A smile and a tear? Perhaps my memories For you to keep, Until again We all shall meet.

"I´ll note you in my book of memory." --William Shakespeare

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers Yours has the suffering been The memory shall be ours.

Always present in the heart, Untouched by passing years, The memories of a loved one are held forever dear.

Clara Smith Reber: Memories are forget-me-nots gathered along life's way, pressed close to the human heart into a perennial bouquet.

When someone you love becomes a memory --- The memory becomes a treasure

Kahlil Gibran: For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind? And when the Earth has claimed our limbs, Then we shall truly dance.

Hours fly, flowers die; new days, new ways pass by; Love stays.