Lynda Poem by Matt Mooney

Lynda you're laid out young as always
and your kith and kin are streaming in
your only son you loved and cherished
standing by you strong and silent there.

Yet outside the small birds are singing
answering one another from tree to tree
a red sun spelling out the spring is here

and I think of how you looked so well
the last time you called into our home
full of what was happening in your life
looking forward putting plans in place
brave in the face of things to overcome.

A fair haired country girl quiet and kind
today I hope you go from here with joy
and your spirit feather-light leaving you
might join with the singing birds outside
that they may take you with them higher
at the finish of their vespers in the choir.

I know when they are high up in the sky
they'll say a last goodbye to you in song
leaving you to ascend from there alone
where you will be at home forever more.