pat, didn't give up, with out a
fight.
we haven't known, pat long,
but what i know, is pat was strong.
surly not ready to go, wanting to watch
her grandson, Ryan grow.
it wont be the same, sitting in front
of the pink, palace, without pat,
gliding, in her swing, with something funny
to say, and smile to share, if you ever needed anything,
pat would, always be their, so pat wherever you are,
just know, we all care, and some day will
all
be there, to sit with you, in front of gods
pink palace, while you swing, in your Amish
made chair, without, any earthly cares,
save us all a chair, till we get there.
so goodbye, for now
will all, see you there
Copyright © 2007
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A pleasant read with worthwhile memories and wishes. Nice to have someone like Pat prepare the way.