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.
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