I still can’t quite believe it. It can’t possibly be true.
Nothing seems to really happen, until discussed with you.
We’re all a bit in shock, that you won’t walk back through the door.
Like you forgot your keys again – just a quick run to the store.
Your smile will be so missed – your happy attitude.
Your courage and your strength, your constant fortitude.
What a good example, for how we should behave.
No matter what was thrown at you, your very best you gave.
You must be busy up in Heaven, for I have always known,
When you would meet the Lord someday, the Crown of Life you’d own.
I know it’s just a veil for now, preventing us to see,
But I think that you are with us, watching happily.
Please help our guardian angels – they must surely be quite spent.
Keep them on their toes for us and don’t let them lament.
Give our loved ones there a hug, and have them tag along,
Be with us as we walk our path, help us all stay strong.
In a blink (for you) we’ll see you, and gather at God’s feet.
For now help us to heal, as we long so much to meet.
I love you, Mom.
Patti (Farley) Rishforth