09/24/2024
RIP, Mary. We’ll see you in the flowers.
MEET YOU AT THE GATE
A beautiful garden now stands alone, missing the one who nurtured it,
But now she is gone.
Her flowers still bloom, and the sun it still shines,
But the rain is like tear drops for the ones left behind,
The weeds lay waiting to take the garden's beauty away,
But the beautiful memories of its keeper are in our hearts to stay.
She loved every flower, even some that were weeds.
So much love she would plant with each little seed,
But just like her flowers, she was part of God's plan.
So when it was her time, he reached down his hand.
He looked through the Garden, searching for the best.
That's when he found her; it was her time to rest.
It was hard for those who loved her to just let her go,
But God had a spot in his garden that needed a gentle soul.
So when you start missing her, remember if you just wait,
When God has a spot in his garden, she'll meet you at the gate...
Barbara Bailey. "Meet You At The Gate." Family Friend Poems, July 10, 2007. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/meet-you-at-the-gate
