The road home

I had gone to see my mum and dad

Wondering about the life we’d all had

So many long years ago: I remembered

A young man: I asked about him for there was

A time when he’d been sweet on me!

He’s passed away a few years ago

My brother said to me: gone to God

Left his earthly body: spirit flown up

I felt sad to hear of his demise and yet

It had been many long, long years I know

My brother showed me the little card

A memento from his funeral that he’d kept

This poem caught my eye and so

I wrote it down: don’t know why!

Now a month later on as we say goodbye

To my husband, father and grandfather

Of our dear children and grandchildren

The same words: so beautiful, appropriate

Are being read to all our friends and loved ones

Shelley read them out on the 14^th of March

At Somerton Park in that little church

Where we’d spent so many wonderful years

Worshipping our dearest Lord and Saviour

Among our dearest friends: there we said goodbye!

The road Home

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little- but not too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me a little but let me go!

For this is a journey we all must take

And each must go alone

It’s all a part of the Master’s plan

A step on the road to home

When you are lonely and sick of heart

Go to the friends we know

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds

Miss me a little but let me go…