For My Mother, Rose Marie
She’s lying there down in the grass
With dad beside here, years now past.
Well below the noise and bustle
And leaves that fall from trees that rustle…Soft
And sweetly she went about
Day by day and left no doubt.
As to whom she was and how she lived
With all her love but for to give.
To myself and others she met and cared
For everyone she taught to share. Everything
We have inside from laughter-smiles
To tear-filled eyes.
From the sunrise golden to the darkest nights
She could always see
An Eternal Light.
That shined upon her each step she took
And gave her strength and changed her looks.
More angelic as time rolled on
Until it ceased and she was gone.
Yet I still see her face and eyes
As clear as I see clear blue skies.
And will until I find her once more
Standing near that open door.
That will lead us to another story
Of Eternal Light and lasting glory.
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