This world is not home
we’re all passing through
we stay just a while
all wondering what to do
some show love and kindness
such is a girl named Sue.

She mothered her kin
like a hen to her chicks
always there for them
when requiring a loving fix
burning at both ends
candles’ compassionate wicks.

She’s reached her destiny
she’s now gone home
no-one need worry
she’s never alone
many family and friends
before her have gone.

To a life everlasting
a place so grand
a place without pain
we can’t understand
a garden of Eden
she’s holding God’s hand.

When the time comes
we’ll see her again
her youthful form
a girl without pain
for now it’s our loss
forever God’s gain.

Published by Dave's Poetry & Mystery...

Hi. I am a retired builder. Born in 1954. My interests are: motorcycling, cycling, woodworking, wood carving, visiting countryside, reading, writing poetry, short stories, writing mystery and of course my new interest is blogging.

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