Poems & Selections

The Little Ship

I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted his white sails
with a golden light,
and as he disappeared from sight,
a voice at my side whispered, “She is gone.”
But the sea was a narrow one.
On the farther shore a little band of friends had gathered to watch and wait in happy expectation.
Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and, at the very moment when my companion had whispered, “She is gone” a glad shout went up in joyous welcome,
“Here she comes!”

By Emily Dickinson She died, —this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.
Don’t grieve for me for now I am free, I’m following the path that God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard his call, I turned my back and left it all.I could not stay another day, To laugh, to love, to work, to play. Tasks left undone must stay that way, […]
When I am gone, release me. Let me go I have so many things to see and do You must not tie yourself to me with tears Be happy that we had so many years I gave you love, you can only guess how much you gave me in happiness I thank you for the […]
May your heart be warm and happy With the lilt of Irish laughter Every day in every way And forever and ever after.