At The End - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
At the end of my days when I am laid to my rest
I will know in my heart that I did my best.
Left no work undone or words unsaid;
no sad memories or regrets in my head.
I will wait for my children to join me once more;
Pray the Lord guides them too, to this beautiful shore.
So that none shall be left, become lost or feel alone,
as they continue on their own long journeys back home.
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