A poem for Linda...I think we were Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Linda’s Poem

My trike in heaven was waiting.

My loves on land were crying.

But all of us knew, that with God being true,

We would all be together flying.

Flying with hope, flying with love

Flying as if on the wings of a dove.

As I believed it would be,

I’ve been set free…

And I welcome new life

And I will welcome thee!

My trike is not used to these clouds

And myself not used to the crowds.

Here…Crowds of so many I have known

Makes me feel, truly, that I am now home.

And then others who I now have found

Come from places I’ve never been.

Dogs, cats, Ding Darlings who abound

Remind me that I’m being seen.

So I want you to know

With my eyes who are wise

That I always see you

And I bless your lives.