Tuesday, April 15, 2008
In loving memory of Evelyn
After Twilight
Rest, little mother,
The harvest days are done,
The tiny but happy reapers,
Return at setting sun.
Sleep, little mother,
All through the quiet night,
His love will guard your slumber,
Till morning's radiant light.
Thanks, little mother,
For all your tender care,
For countless deeds to others,
For childlike faith in prayer.
Wait, little mother,
Across the mystic sea,
Our sovereign pilot, Jesus,
Will guide us home to thee.
Rest in peace, mom. I love you.
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