Mary's Homecoming

We find ourselves with you in time, Thoughts of you are roaming our minds Angels playing music at the Gate Heaven will be Home; let's call it fate. Do not be weary or troubled, my friend, With words I write but not to offend They are written down to help us, too It's become part of our plight with you. You'll always be this ray of light, In our hearts, you're one of a kind But when that day comes around It will break the hearts of the abound. We'll always celebrate the life we shared, So, please, Mary, do not be despaired We're closing now with this in mind You're almost Home: The Angels are flying. The Gate is open, a reception has started, Music's playing for your departing God's arms are open, ready to embrace Your presence here was not disgraced. *Special credits and thanks: Co-Author & Sister, Deb Kellison