A poem I read at my ex-mother-in-law's funeral in 2005... I entitled it
Jim, Harold, John,
Betty, and Ray
your children... and their families...
all with you on this special day.
We’re comforted with
of a sleep full, peaceful rest
and through our
we know we were blest.
Many pictures line our
but our memories will be the best of all
that you often told
sharing a family history, worth more then
No more walkers... no more pain...
wheelchairs... able to walk again
we’ll find comfort knowing
is by your side, showing you the way
and we’ll smile
as we watch you two
dance the days away...
pants patched, hems raised,
buttons replaced and quilts made.
many meals prepared, so many beds made
your work never seemed to
but yet, you always had time for us and shared
You watched your children,
have children of
and your love for them was well known.
grandchildren of yours,
kept the family tree alive
all started with the original family of five
grandchildren and 9 great-children, too
descendants of both Dad
it was your love that kept this family alive
is this love... that will always be by our side
we’ll smile again...
but right now it’s hard...
lost our best friend...