"DECEMBER 14, 1995" by John BisTHE SNOW CAME DOWN A YEAR AFTER THE DAY HE DIED AND FOR EVERY SNOWFLAKE THERE WAS A TEAR THAT I CRIED THE DAYS FLEW BY BUT NOT FAST ENOUGH TO STOP THE PAIN I CAN STILL HEAR HIM CRYING THAT ENDLESS REFRAIN AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE THIS TORMENT TO BE IN THE PAST THERE'S A PART OF ME THAT WANTS THIS TO LAST AND SOMETIMES I FEEL IF I LET GO THE PAIN THAT ALL OF HIS SUFFERING WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL IN VAIN I PUT ON A MASK WHEN THERE'S PEOPLE AROUND I'M NOT SMILING, I'M FROWNING UPSIDE DOWN WHEN I SAY I'M OK, THAT'S JUST A BUNCH OF LIES BECAUSE NO ONE’S OK WHEN A PART OF THEM DIES I KNOW I WON'T ALWAYS FEEL THIS WAY BUT THIS IS HOW I FEEL A YEAR TO THE DAY I'VE LEARNED THAT GRIEVING AND HEALING ARE THINGS YOU CAN'T RUSH SO I'LL LOOK OUT MY WINDOW AND WATCH THE SNOW TURN TO SLUSH In Loving Memory of Stanley Bis November 29, 1928 - December 14, 1994

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