In Remembrance/In MemoriamIN LOVING MEMORY OFJAMES DANIEL LEEMAY 25, 1935 - AUG. 28, 1982The Autumn Weeps AgainThe Autumn came and wept one day, for a Mother of five on a widow's pay.A time to mourn and a time to prayfor her children's sake she would find a way.A fatherless boy once forced from homefrom mothers arms too cold - alone.A family torn and turned to stonethe great depression filled the Orphan's Home.Now two would go but stay would onefor too old was the eldest son.Two sisters and a brother left at home;ahead of them a life unknown.Frustrated hearts and evil mindstarget the young ones for their crimes.Sharpened tongues and words unkind.A painful change from better times.Lamp cord wire fist and hand.The oldest brother could not stand.A try for vengeance all for nota hatred learned and not forgot.Now don't you cry my little brosomeday from here we both shall go.To raise our families; watch them grow,The summer winds have long to take our souls.The time to leave one day had came,but neither boy would be the same,No looking back no white refrain,A fruitful life would heal their pain.He worked his gardens, homemade wine it seemed that things turned out finethe course of fate held bitter rhymeunknown to us how short his time.Then late one August rainy day,the summer winds took "Dad" away. A time to mourn, a time to prayour Mother's love would find a way.The autumn now means more to methan approach of cold and falling leaves.Raised from dust and then to sandreturn him there to "God's Great Land.And join with him I will somedaywhen Summer winds take me away.A time to mourn, a time to mendwhen the Autumn weeps again.Written by Donald Louis Lee.