Rowena's Song

Rowena’s Song

I had strength and hope and
long, long loves that graced my days,
busy hands, busy still but for the
going from my place.

I had tales untold and told
that filled my heart with joy,
and pain I tried to shed in tears,
in words of misery and dread.

I had memories from
corners I wish I’d never swept
and broken steps to climb;
would be climbing still
but for this path that took the stairway’s place.

I’ve left behind my secrets, woes and loves.
Now I see I’ve come at last to rest
in the country of my youth,
in the heart of my true faith.