Intimate Strangers
(For Grammie)
We each live our lives
Intimate strangers at best;
Surrounded by dear ones and friends.
'Til God calls at last, "Come, and rest
In the peace of my arms.
We'll sit on the grass - never mind the dew -
Surrounded by dear ones and friends;
We have prepared the way for you.
There to celebrate the future,
And reminisce about the past
Surrounded by dear ones and friends;
Intimate strangers no more, at last."
November 25, 1992
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