The things we think are so important, are not….
The things we think matter so much, do not!
I looked upon the second page
And there I saw your name…
I just could not believe it,
And I bowed my head in shame.
For I really meant to visit you
A day or two ago;
But things just kept on coming up…
And now the tears are overflowed.
Yes, I meant to go and see you
Before the day was spent…
I wondered why I hadn’t heard
Before it went to print.
But I know you will forgive me
For that’s just the way you are!
I hope you’re dreaming on a cloud today…
Or sailing upward on a star!
© Edna L. Ingram
Note: This was not written in reference to anyone. It just kinda came to me while reading the obituary one day. Poems just have a way of sneaking up on me. 🙂