They sang you home when you died

They sang you home when you died


They sang you home when you died.
Your remaining children, hand in hand,
so proud you were finally going
to meet your Jesus, and see your
son again.  A more fitting death
could not be imagined.
Your body
a mere
chalice.
Your
soul,
with
notes
of their
song,
floated to the heavens,
as those you loved sang you home.



Dedicated to Gladys Beatrice Pullen Oden who lived a life of faith and was
anxious to meet her Lord after 99 years on this Earth  She truly earned
her right to be sent Home.  I also dedicate this to her seven
remaining children who "celebrated her home" and to my
grandfather who welcomed her when she arrived.