Farewell, Sissy.

11/13/1927 - 05/13/2011

Just a length’ning of the shadows,

Just a short’ning of the breath,

Just a graying of the features ---

Is this dying? Is it death?

Just a rest for weary footsteps,

Just a folding of tired hands,

Just a glimpse across the river

Where the Holy City stands.

Just a closing of the eyelids,

Just a hush, why mourn and weep?

So it is the Heavenly Father

Giveth his beloved sleep.

Death? As, yes, we call it dying,

When six feet of earth is thrust

O’er the temple of our loved ones,

And dust returns to dust.

But when all mists have vanished,

And we meet on yon’ bright shore,

We shall knew ‘twas the entrance

Unto life evermore.