Life planned in stages,

the years running on.

No time for all you planned

before your life was gone.

Life is what happens

while we're busy making plans.

Time swiftly moving

like the wind in our hands.

Oh, to turn back the years,

to when we were young and strong

and days were never numbered.

Oh, to turn back the years,

to days when our hearts were wild

and secrets shared

were meant for keeping.

Girls to women, me and you,

sharing days as sisters do.

Girlish laughter in the air

and golden sun upon our hair.

Lifetimes pass us by too soon,

pass us while we're keeping

to the path before us...

There's no girlish laughter now...

now you lay sleeping.

In Loving Memory of my sister,
Barbara Frances Palladino
December 22, 1934 -- May 16, 1995

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