Will I hear from you today;
Will you beckon in some special way?
Perhaps through sound of swirling leaves,
Cherub's whisper, or what Creation weaves.
Passed by—10 years now—half a score;
Your memory shines not less but more!
Seems to me it's how it must be
Living to tend, to promote your legacy.
Welcomed, a gentle breeze upon our face;
A treasured gift we gladly embrace.
So proud you must be as loving father,
A blessing to all—your precious daughter.
Still wondering what it's all for—
Does God let you see beyond the door?
Guess you're sworn not to tell
If hereafter conceived as heaven or hell.
In the valley of peaceful eternal night
Where resounding silence is in control,
Does Father kindly warm your soul
In glorious coherent holy light?
Stellar drifters gathered in interspace;
Kindred recollections of you impart—
Memories retained, kept by grateful heart
‘Till Death drops by and detached, erase.
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