The Comfort of a Memory

They say I'll have my memories.
They say that I can cry.
But I didn't want to lose you--
Why did you have to die?

The memories seem useless;
The tears seem shed in vain.
They can't bring you back to me;
They can't erase the pain.

So what good are the memories?
What good is it to cry?
How can these things reach out to touch
A heart that wants to die?

Well, the memories will comfort me.
The tears will do their part;
And, by and by, they will pull through
To heal my wounded heart.

-Jessie Monk-Eller