My Mother's Poem 2
Dear Lord, my daddy's coming home.
Please, when you greet him, take him by the hand
And lead him where his love so long has waited,
And let them walk together in the land.
If there be gardens in that heavenly realm,
Please let him have a little spot to tend.
His gentle hands which toiled for years unceasing
Could not be idle. All who called him friend
Know with what tenderness he tilled the earth,
And gloried in its annual rebirth.
Please let him know how very much we loved him,
And help us, Lord, that we might ever be
As honest, patient, kind and uncomplaining
Or even half as wonderful as he.