When they appear they bring joy, hope and cheer.
And when they disappear all that is left is despair.
While places and things may reappear,
People may go to a place that is not so near;
And we know that they will never ever appear.
At that point we treasure the memory that becomes ever so dear,
To bind us together in a bond so pure;
And make us with grace and dignity hold back the tear,
To celebrate the togetherness of many a spent year,
And share the pleasures of moments so dear,
That without their physical presence they reappear.