Your Passing Poem by Grant House

For Ann Walker, teacher and friend.
You taught children how to read and loved them as your own.


On the other side now
Your love remains
Spirit wings enfold you
The rolling ocean tamed
The child just wants to hold you
Her dreams, her fears, the names
Of places never gone to
Of lands she's never seen
In the words on pages worn
The universe is framed

Little children want to know
How big, how deep, how wide
Space, and birds, and squirmy worms
A smile, caress, in dreams abide
The sky and earth below
Awaken new and morning fresh
We're here, what's next, let's go!
Hold hands, come with me now
Your dearest hopes confide

Dear friend, come in and warm a seat
Dear friend, you leave too soon
You fill our hearts with joy and love
By coming in the room
You make us want tomorrow
And appreciate today
You stand for peace
You earned release
From chains and pains
And, now you're on your way

Love the little children
Share a future bright
Hold their hands so tender
Give their dream wings flight