ARTHUR H. CROSS

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ARTHUR H. CROSS Days of sadness still come over me , Tears in silence often flow, But memories keep you near me Though you died 20 years ago. I often sit and think of you when I am all alone For memory is the only friend that grief can call its own. Never forgotten and always remembered by all your family. You are the wind beneath our wings.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Sep 02, 2014