You came over here
from England
To an Arkansas Poets
retreat.
How excited we all
were,
For "our Amy" now to
meet.
Oh what a blessing
to us all,
Knowing you would
be....
In each heart that
you touched,
You filled a perfect
need.
We laughed and cried
together,
And shared each
other's dreams...
Just a few years
later,
You were called to
meet the King.
My heart aches with
so much pain,
Reflecting on the
love we shared...
But I'm so grateful
you're at peace,
For you deserve it,
dear.
Amy, we all love
you,
Wait for us up
there...
Soon we'll all be
gathered
With Jesus in the
air.
And we can laugh
again together,
As we've done so
many times...
From some knickers
in the breeze
To "what's that
berry on that vine?"
I love you, dearest
Amy,
You touched the
heart of all...
But you surely had
to answer
When you heard the
Master call.
So document neat
things growing,
And keep a list for
me....
For you could always
tell me,
A flower from a
weed.
I love you Amykins...somehow,
I know you will see
this...
forever,
Pokey Lanford
May 2011
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