Bill Bird

BILL’S BELONGINGS (for Sue)

The time has come to say good-bye,

as heavenly sleep closes eyes,

To wake again in God’s great home,

where His children gather around the throne.

Now he is there safely gone,

and I here sing the mourners song;

For though I’m happy for where he is,

I am so reminded of where he lived.

Surrounding me are memories fond,

in the green house where he lived so long;

There he shared a life with Mae,

and loved her till his dying day.

The hats he wore o’er his balding head,

the suspenders hanging there near his bed;

The chair he sat in to watch T.V.,

And on the wall, pictures of me -

Always dapper, dressed so neat,

He was never one to stay in his seat;

For though his driving wasn’t quite up to par,

You couldn’t keep him out of that gray car.

And thousand memories flood my mind,

When I gaze around at what he left behind;

The glasses, the cane, the pocket book,

A black Bible where he learned to look.

But my tears will dry, I’ll be fine,

For this grief will pass in God’s good time;

Then I’ll look up where he is today,

At home in Heaven where we’ll go someday.

Larry D. Sparks

August 2, 1993