'Till We Meet Again

In Doc's kind care, a prayer is said, to guide me on my way while my friend stands nearby, a witness to this day.

The prick of the needle tho' painful be, is done my heart stops it's beat, ushering me here, where free of aging flesh, of graying eyes, the heaviness of me. 

So mourn my friend, for a time, but know I haven't gone forever from your side. And as you work, you'll stop a while, recalling times we shared, and lips in smile and mind on me, we'll join again in prayer.

Be sure my friend, when body fails, I'll greet you on your path and we'll walk again, side by side, our hearts at rest, at last. 

Lynn Marie, February 1993