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by Marilyn Steadman
Dear Lord,
I sometimes think about the residents who have gone.
The ones you chose to be with you, an not linger on.
Does Marjorie
get a rose each week? Is it yellow, white or read?
Does she still enjoy her soup each day, and have books beside
her bed?
Does Anita
still write in her journal about heaven and each passing day?
Are there plenty of word puzzles for her to work out? I miss her
since she went away.
The Yellow
Rose of Texas is what Bill would love to hear.
If the angels sing that song for him, he would grin from ear to
ear.
Does Veronica
chat with the angels? Does she wear that big straw hat?
It had flowers all around it. I can still picture that.
Does Mary
get to go bowling? It's what she really likes.
She'd get so thrilled and excited each time she'd bowl a strike.
Does Al
still like to "people watch"? Is he watching us down
here?
Could you tell him that his wife's okay, but wishes he were near.
And sweet
little Annie loved bingo. So if it was all the same,
Could you start a group up there? It was her favorite game.
Doe they
miss my activities as much as I miss them?
Do they sometimes smile down on me, and see me once again?
I think
about them often, Lord, And how they touched my life.
I know that they are all just fine, and have no pain or strife.
You took
them all to be with You, and this I understand.
But are there activities in Heaven, Lord?
If there are, that would be just grand!
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