by Shell Willson / Shell Willson Copyright 2002

Dear Master,

Please don’t grieve for me as my spirit has been set free

From this tired and withered body,

From your strength, love and devotion,

my journey to the light

has been made so much easier.

Your face and the sound of your voice

softly calling my name.

To me is music to my ears.

When the light has faded from my eyes.

Know this, your final unselfish act of love

Has saved me.

Until we met again.

Your Faithful companion.

 

Shell Willson