A YOUNG FRIENDS FUNERAL
Sometimes you have to attend a funeral
of those who seem too young to die
In mid-life, your children’s friends and
you stop awhile and wonder why.
Happy memories of the things they did,
yet did not complete the race
That you have run, early forties should
see many a smile on a happy face.
But no, she is called home, someone I
knew, loved and fun to teach,
My daughter’s age, left this earthly life
in pain, glad her heaven to reach.
Rest in peace my dear young friend I know
we will meet one special day.
A day when all pain and sorrow from this
earth are swept by the Master all away.
Memories come flooding back of the things
I remember that we did all share,
One day we will talk together again, laugh and
have great joy beyond compare.
Farewell Debbie, young friend of ours, although
you no longer we will on earth see,
The remembrance of the happy girl you were
will last through until eternity.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 30, 2003