(For Esther May
Salzmann September 1, 1926 – July 13, 2018)
A soul like
hers will seldom recur
The loss in
our hearts is our grandfather’s gain
Heaven is a
brighter place with her
At chess,
dominoes, cards, and jacks she was connoisseur
And she
taught the moves that brought her wins
A soul like
hers will seldom recur
Service was
her frankincense and love her myrrh
Freely
offering when The Spirit showed need
Heaven is a
brighter place with her
Europe,
Hawaii, rodeo, or cabin—she would seldom demur
Always for
adventure with that twinkle in her eye
A soul like
hers will seldom recur
To God’s
tender hand she would defer
Tic-Tacs or
gum to mend a crying child’s hurt
Heaven is a
brighter place with her
An eternal
love was hers to secure
The
covenants she made she made by choice
A soul like
hers will seldom recur
Heaven is a
brighter place with her
July 25, 2018
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