I’m backing across the threshold of New Year
Heart restless and empty with fear
Your prayer filled blessings are echoing still
In my ear, on the phone, be it God’s will.
You’re here often and at quare times;
Crossing eternity’s bridges at odd chimes.
You know without asking now how we are
Cares and concerns echo still from afar.
You gave so much but I want to ask more
Answers to the questions I answered before.
With faith, fragile hope and sure love
We entrust you to the care-giver above.
His banquet prepared and table set
Friends are around, and relations, I bet;
I pray you are happy though it’s not the same
The place he prepared where Dad knows your name.
(For Lena Hayes (1926–2002)