In 2010, I wrote this little poem when my dear Dad died.
Did you hear my tender, “I love you,”
As I held and kissed your hand?
I longed for you to feel me near
When you left for that better land.
In your ninety-sixth year,
Jesus took you by the hand,
Destined for total victory
To the place He prepared for you.
At last your deaf ears heard sweetness;
Birds singing with angel choirs.
Your painful feet leaped for joy
When He led you through heaven’s doors.