The Beloved Aunt Poem by Randy McClave

Some call her mother and grandmother
Others called her cousin and Aunt,
Some came to sadly wish her goodbye
But, with tears in my eyes, I can't.
I still think of all the good times
Honestly and happily I never remember no bad,
She has always brought joy into the heart
With her smile, she always chased away the bad.
On Earth her job has finally been finished
As the farmer who has toiled and finally gone to rest,
God is always glorified and watching
Pain and suffering to all, is just a test.
The gardens have now all been planted
The weeds in the fields have been plowed,
New flowers will now be grown
In Heaven,like all farmers she now is cheerfully allowed.

Randy L. McClave