Mercy, 1916 – 1986

My dear, it’s many a year,

Since you passed away from here.

Yet you are in my heart,

A priceless gift of God.

I always do remember

How happy we were together.

You live now with Jesus Christ,

My turn I will have to wait.

Till then I spend my time,

Writing poems about Him.

A bouqet of poems

I offer now to Him.

Let it’s fragrance fill the air

And reach Jesus, my Saviour.