VERA

We knew where to find her on Wednesdays
We knew where her heart belonged
For just like our dear mother
Who cherished your Club like a song....
Caring & feelings of acceptance
Ladies who met near the Mill
Every Wednesday morning found Vera
At a Club called the Good Will.

She cross stitched and she quilted
While gossiping & eating a lunch
And when it was time to leave
She felt like hugging the bunch....
They were like her sisters
All Christians everyone
She knew they had her back
While she laughed & had some fun.

But one day her chair was empty
And they knew she wouldn't return
For Vera was called to Heaven
Albeit much too soon....
She left her mark in this place
Her work won't be forgotten
And her friends will feel her love
In every stitch and button.

FAREWELL

The girl stepped outside the door

That had carried her this far

And as she looked all around

She stood beside the car.

This was her grandma’s town

A place she had grown up

And now that Grandma was gone

She, too, now felt grown up.

 

Sixteen years old on yesterday

She asked for just one thing

To visit the old hometown

Where grandma used to sing.

To walk where she once did

Along the old dirt road

And watched as life continued

Lessening her load.

 

But she found no local store

Nor a place to eat

She walked a bit further

Then she took a seat.

Beside a quiet Hibbard’s Brook

She tried to smell the grass

Then dark came so early

She had to hurry fast.

 

Reaching for her backpack

She kissed the opened jar

She shook out the ashes

And watched from afar.

Grandma had returned

For her last & final rest

She said a prayer that ended

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

TROY

 

The call came in late last week

That Troy  had passed away

The  world stopped for a moment

And even to this day.....

It’s still unbelievable

He’s with us no more

But it’s comforting to know

Troy is with our Lord.

 

Looking back on our lives

To when he was a kid

He always was so very bright

A fact he kept well hid...

Rubik’s Cube or crosswords

He could do them all

Should have been famous

His name on a Wall.

 

Happy-go- lucky, always

A smile on his face

Never mind the demons

He often had to chase....

He faced his bullies unafraid

His faith in God was strong

And he never faltered

He knew right from wrong.

 

His best friend was his mother

Who, for forty-one long years

Stood right there beside him

Helped to still his fears....

They gave to one another

Unconditional love

And when their strength failed

It was sent from up above.

 

Now he’s gone forever

Tho his memory lingers on

Like a butterfly, he hovers

From a sad dusk until dawn....

We ask our God “Why?”

But he’s not answered yet

Because Troy and Jesus Christ

Have only just now met.

 

The days & nights pass slowly

The light has faded fast

And we cry, remembering

When we saw him last......

A peace will soon reappear

And we will all accept

That Troy was an Angel

We will NEVER, EVER forget.