Seeds of Hope

Tonight as I drift into sleep
There is a vigil I will keep.
I will not dream of little girls
In hand made clothes, their hair in curls,

Though that is such a part of me;
I will not picture family.
Tonight it’s you who will be seen
With everything you’ve come to mean;

A restless presence at my side,
The voice beyond the telephone,
My companion through the dark
Who made me feel much less alone.

I knew not how our pathes would wind
Through shadow lands and fading years
Yet you were there with outstretched hands
To touch me through a moment’s fears.

One day you passed beyond a wall
And though I can’t yet follow you,
Your hand will still reach through the night
To ease the hours I’m passing through.

I still reach out to be inspired
By quiet courage you have shown.
I’ll let your strength wash over me
Like seeds of hope that you have sown.

© 2012  Pam H. Murray

Written in loving memory of my sister Dianne who passed away

May 23^rd, 2012, just after her 64^th birthday.