Blessed Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Happily moving into the light from above, feeling people who
have gone before us in death, calling, wanting us to come to
them, missing us as we miss them.

A bittersweet message, for we cannot come again until we
are called, only allowed to die to see them once, now hav-
ing to wait until next time.

Looking forward to a perfect reunion that will last forever
this time around, no coming back, a blessed time for all of
us to be together again.