Saturday, March 7, 2009
While Waiting for Thee
Don't weep at my grave,
For I am not there,
I've a date with a butterfly
To dance in the air.
I'll be singing in the sunshine,
Wild and free,
Playing tag with the wind,
While I'm waiting for thee.
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1 comment:
Keri
said...
what a SWEET little poem... it is a beautiful way to comfort us!
March 11, 2009 at 10:46 PM
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what a SWEET little poem... it is a beautiful way to comfort us!
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