Heavenly Joy
You could only see her when the weather was good
And then, just like the sun, she would come out to light up our world.
Bright, happy, full of jolly chit-chat
You could always count on her to let you know that she loved you
By her kind gestures...
a pat on the shoulder...
a touch of her soft old hand...
a whisper in your ear...
a comment or two of her memories.
She left behind some tearful folks
Who long to see her again
But somehow it's easier to let her go
When we picture her enjoying her heavenly rest
From the way she lived her life,
We know that her joy will go on,
Become greater and more full.
-Nelda Baer
