Ruth 1925 - 2014

In Remembrance of my mom...

This poem must be perfect.

This poem must be true.

This poem must be everything

to mean something to you.

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Escorted by the rising tide that I no longer see,

I don't look back to shores again I know will never be.

I feel just like a child again.  I jump and skip and hop

as landscapes go forever here with beauty that's non-stop.

The vivid 'reds' are deeper and the 'yellows' brighter still.

The roses, and the daffodils and other flowers fill -

the contours of the garden knolls with colored trees of fall.

The sunshine brightens everything ...and now I see it all.

I glide now ever closer to an everlasting brook

meandering the lily pads that my attention took.

Every scene and every sight is pleasingly outstanding.

The peace that envelopes me now still passes understanding.

The sweetened fragrance envelopes me in this special place -

and all of Heav'n around me here reflects His shining face.

I hear His soft familiar voice that whispers in my ear,

"There's nothing here to worry you, there's nothing here to fear."

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