In Memory of Mary Jo

We left the meeting at the church where we had laughed and cried in memory of Mary Jo whose vibrant voice had died A family was gathered there a baptism taking place an angel in white christening robes tentative smile upon her face I paused to watch with joyful heart the babe so young and brave and sent a prayer that God bless her from cradle to grave A feeling then washed over me as waves wash o're the shore though beloved Mary Jo is gone God gifts us with one more I've heard it said that when we die we really aren't gone for another child will be born somewhere to carry on Two precious souls were blessed that day One went home, one came to play. But in my mind, that baptismal babe is kin to one we know perhaps someday we'll reunite with the soul of Mary Jo. Note: Dedicated to Mary Jo Dempsy, May 8 1919-June 8 2006, fine poetess and friend. She is truely missed.