In Loving Memory Of EDWARD W. ARCHER June 25, 1938 – Oct. 16, 2001 TIME WILL EASE THE HURT The sadness of the present days Is locked and set in time, And moving to the future Is a slow and painful climb. But all the feelings that are now So vivid and so real, Can’t hold their fresh intensity As time begins to heal. No wound so deep will ever go Entirely away: Yet every hurt becomes A little less from day to day. Nothing can erase the painful Imprints on your mind; But there are softer memories That time will let you find. Though your heart won’t let the Sadness simply slide away, The echoes will diminish Even though the memories stay. Love, your wife, Sharon
Edward Archer
