The restaurant still looks the same,
The tables, chairs, the door
Through which this person often came.
Alas! She comes no more.
So many years I've missed her so,
And yet I realize
She never will return, I know,
To calm my teary eyes.
Dear Lord, it's plain You love her too,
You've given her such charm.
I pray that she is close to You.
Please keep her safe from harm.
Maurice A. Williams
Copyright 2003