In loving memory of my beloved Phyllis Roudybush, whose birthday is September 1st.

No one knows the silent heartaches

Only those who lost can tell,

The grief that is born in silence

For the one I loved so well.

When the evening shades are falling

And I am sitting all alone,

Then there comes to me a longing,

Phyllis dear, if you only could come home.

Things were never the same since you’ve been gone, Phyllis, and never will be.

Sadly missed by,

husband Harold