Blessed Christine

Dedicated to Christine Hare, in reference to her poem about her mother's failing health, and her visits, and caring. Even when one thinks the loved one cannot hear, I believe they will be heard later.

By Arley Steinhour 071311

Your every visit, your every word,

Your every brush stroke on her hair

Fills mothers 'things to do' bag

To wait until you both can share

A full mail bag, by Heaven's Gate

Delivered, her name upon the slate

She'll know who filled that welcome bag

With the love for her you state

What seems like she's not hearing

God wants to age just right

So the flavor of your reunion

Brimming full, brings great delight

So let your heart not weary

Every moment fill with love

Practice for home-coming

As He guides you from above

The blessing that you are to her

Will return to you ten fold

In a crown of Gold and Silver

Made in a very Special Mold

The Hands of Jesus

AMEN

(To Christine Hare, in reference to her poem about her mothers failing health.)