Keesha by Jeri



1983 ----- 1997



As your gentle soul slipped quietly away

I held you close did you hear me say

"Please wait for me?"



As I walk "our" fields and climb those hills

I feel you are there you are with me still.

Please wait for me.



The tides will turn the sun will set

While our days together I never forget.

Please watch for me.



While through Heaven's fields you romp and roam

Pause at the Gate I too am coming Home--

Please watch for me.

--"Mom" McIntire