For my Alistair (a poem by Susan Stocker) Time is a wheel: the day that we first met Is still there Everything changes but nothing is lost All that we shared All that we ever loved, belongs to us still: Time is a wheel Whatever has ended is just about to begin All that we feel All that we ever felt, will come back again Time is a wheel The sound of your laughter, the rain in your hair, Your hand in mine Your knock at the door, your tread on the stair Are all still there Because time is a wheel and death will come round As love will come round, as peace will come round, As joy will come round Life will come round because time is a wheel Bringing back even yet All that we shared, and the day that we met. I'm hoping this is true because I'm lost without you. Yours forever Pam (Chucks)