Aunt Lois

A whistle, a smile, a line of care,
Longsuffering as a guardian angel,
A face that shone a soul so fair,
Fondly remembering a lovely soul.

Mothering children, and visitors alike.
Faith, hope, and love so freely given.
Partaking daily in her eternal life.
Sweet Jesus carry her until all are risen

So unhindered was grace poured out
Between tears, smiles, worries and cares.
All her own — by grace are found out,
Tears of hope inhabit sorrowing stares.

Angels speed thee on thy way,
Higher up and farther in,
May our hope come without delay,
May all our memories only begin
Our fellowship.
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A poem I wrote when my aunt Lois died a few years ago now. Never posted it, so why not.