| Pamela Rose 11/2/53 - 9/23/02 |
| Mother Waits I know she waits with tender smile Her hands no need to wring As we in tears the moments while Before your soul takes wing I know her arms prepare to hold Her earthly daughter once again As we stand by in grief behold Your fight for living wane I know that were she mortal She’d offer reassuring word As we pray to keep the portal ‘tween your life and ours secured I know she wishes pain to ease Would tell us grief, in time abates It gives a sense of inner peace For us to know she waits Sept. 22, 02 |
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