SHERRIFF, Elaine

Two years have passed and still I weep,

When visions to my slumbers creep,

I wake and hope that maybe soon, I too will fly beyond the moon,

And when I find that promised land and I take you by the hand,

I know that happy we will be, together for eternity,

From your loving husband Bill, and the two families we made one.

Goodnight my love.