Ofie's Ray

Is it the hour yet? before the last sun of fall has set to think on those here and those who've passed on. I ask with bowed head in solumn prayer though she'd never ask it for our temperate Ofie whose light has left. Wrapped in family's loving own surely the sun will see fit though she'd never ask it a bright ray to show her the way home. Always proud of hers, though not prideful not one to fuss no, not at all.. put in an honest day's work for all of us before.. she heard the final call. True in heart to all she met we commend her to rest though she'd never ask ray of sun and prayer blessed our dear Ofelia left.