#417 With Us Still Poem by Jimmie Arrington

As I sat thinking these thoughts came,
As if they were spoke out loud:
Wilford is more than just a name,
Heaven isn't on a cloud.

Thomas fights my battles with me,
When trials and strife arise.
Rosy's not just a memory,
Heaven isn't in the skies.

Weldon comforts me even now,
When sorrows color me grey.
Peggy Jean knows me still, somehow,
Heaven isn't far away.

Wayne isn't sleeping in the ground,
Perfected are all his scars.
Karen is truly still around,
Heaven isn't in the stars.

Steve sees my children grow in size
And he consistently will.
Right here before our blinded eyes,
All our dead are with us still.