How can I express my thanks from afar?
Lately, drove past me, smiling and waving,
In such past times, he was my guiding star,
Treasured image of him I am saving.
“Sit tight, dear one, you see things to this end,”
Always I recall what he did have to say,
Separately, my path did onwards wend,
I really never know, except to pray.
Steadfast, he came turning back to me,
Inspiriing in this dear eternal love,
Far and beyond in that century,
Teaching that all our gifts sent from above.
He gave all he ever met happy heart,
Before time and our human breath do depart.
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 