What tears the midnight hours
bring now, my friend,
so many years of going along
with surety- thinking it would
never end.
Do you ever think of me?
Or is Heaven a demanding Head master
distracting you with God's mystery?

We will have to be brave and clothed
in faith- you already on your journey,
while I try to walk the path of resignation.
I smile at a memory and sometimes talk
to your picture about stuff going bad
like the car or a bathroom fixture.

I hope you see yet your family-
the girls,and the eight grands we love.
You would like to see them grow
and how they miss you so.

Jane

07/21/2011