Gram

I wrote this poem when my Great Grandmother, Julia Hamilton Carpenter passed away in 1984. This can also be said for her daughter, my Grandmother, Margaret Carpenter Roberts.

She has gone.
She will never return again
- as a living soul.
Yet a part of her
lives on...
In her poetry,
In the results of her love,
In the memories
of laughter,
of a smile,
of a long lifetime.

She has gone.
She is home for eternity
-an immortal being.
Yes, she lives beside
her Jesus...
She has found rest,
In the joy of true love,
She has found in heaven
a family,
a Savior,
a painless future.