Bea's face had lines,
each spoke of roads taken in life.
They were adventures.
Now she was traveling for a final time.
Her life had slipped away.
Sand trickled through the hourglass.
Some dreams die unrealized.
Yet Earth has been a pleasant stay.
Memories of people loved and lost.
Life went by so fast.
A mystery too wonderful to appreciate,
to love, to live, to learn it all.
Life started as a blue cloudless sky.
As the golden sun shined,
A sweet young girl became a woman ripe.
The future held hope; bold and bright.
She met her love and took vows.
They settled in a home built sturdy with love.
The sun, rain, and work grew a garden ripe.
God abundantly blessed their life.
Children came, five welcomed gifts.
Her last boy only lived two years.
Raindrops of sadness filled her eyes,
pain overflowed, Bea felt fear.
Then joy came watching her children grow,
then bearing children of their own.
She could see herself in their eyes,
applaud dreams come true with sweet surprise.
The day came when she lost her love.
He slipped away at midnight's hour.
Bea gazed at stars they used to dream upon.
She knew he waited for her there.
The sand is almost gone.
"I'm ready to lay down my weary load.
I know God welcomes His children home".
By Kathie Stehr
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