March 9, 2006
Lorraine died last night and now has gone
to roam the clouds, the sky, eternity,
the little shack, the one room place, the
house that we called home.
She is traveling there in spirit, yet some
may say in truth, to a place of love,
the friendly smiles, the hills and fields of
home, protected as in our youth.
Not far ahead, I see her smile through
tear-strained eyes of love.
I’m chasing her, not far behind;
God’s celestial dream above.
Oh, may I always see her cheerful
smiling face, and somehow, Lord,
also enter her fantastic world of
heavenly, saint-like grace.