Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Elsie B. 1922-2007

Requiem


Fold thy hands sleeping!
Angels are keeping
     Watch o’er thee now.
See, it is dawning!
Light of the morning
     Falls on thy brow.

White wings are flying!
No more shall dying
     Darken thy day.
Leave thou Death’s portal!
Spirit immortal
     Speed on thy way!

When skies are paling
And clouds are sailing
     Over Earth’s night,
Only in dreaming
Shall thou be seeming
     Lost to our sight.

Dream mists are drifting!
Fingers are lifting
     Curtains of space!
Framed in its splendor
Wistful and tender,
     Smiles thy dear face.

                                      --J. Wilmer Gresham

4 comments:

  1. looks like a lovely lady...
    hugs
    Lyn

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  2. Lovely poem.  I believe you resemble your mother quite a bit ...  Hope you are well, friend.

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  3. You found a treasure in that poem. My thoughts will be with you Friday morning.

    Hugs,

    Jackie

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  4. ((((((((Lisa)))))))))))

    I'm thinking of you.

    Judi

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