Faye Sizemore


In the dust of memory
I write my name
hoping someday
someone will know
that this way I came

Time will cover
the tracings in the dust
The time does come to leave
Go along I must
I will be happy
from up above
if all will just remember
that I did love

I loved my friends
who did walk with me
in my strife
I loved the soldier
who laid down
his very life

My peace secured even above
was bought with blood
and so had been insured.
How could I not love?