She waits
for the word to come down
her train is leaving soon –
ticket purchased
and held tightly
in her beautiful hands.
(parchment pale hands,
thin and strong,
that once held such powerful music.
And in all the keys,
she played our lives
so that we were formed
by the sound of her heart)
She waits for the bells to toll
and for the band to start –
she is easy in the going
and longing
for the gentle rocking of the rails.
… My mother caught her train yesterday morning and arrived in heaven as the angel band played a loving welcome. She was easy in the going and for that we are eternally grateful.
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Thank you Kathleen, so her. Rest in the peace God has given you, Many worried about me when I lost my mama so suddenly, but neither they or me knew the peace and release God gave me that day. I will share some of that when I see you Monday, but I God has given this to you already. Barbara Cantley
As I read the poem, I thought, you must know this person very well.
I’m very sorry for your loss but she must be smiling over you and your family – a lovely farewell….
Thinking of you–peace, tears, joy, hugs.
Dear Kathleen, Love and prayers to you and yours
I owe you an email – will write soon