They Say...

This poem (from my mother's poetry collection) is dedicated to Uncle Don who passed away this past Saturday from cancer. He was 57 years old.

I hope he is strumming his guitar quietly at the feet of Jesus right now.
They say you will not come again,

But I can always here.

Your voice in silence and in song

And feel you ever near.

They say that you have passed beyond

Unto the land of supreme

But I can always call you back

Into the land of dream

For death is but a gateway

To the great reality

A new beginning and an end

Of Human Destiny

Love is all and life goes on

In spite of grief and pain

But deep within my heart I know

That we shall meet again...