She loved little children <br />But could never have any of her own- <br />I picture her now in gardens of cherubs <br />Tenderly twining her with silken ribbons; <br />Holding her hand, leading her down <br />To soft streams leading, to pastel towns. <br /> <br />He loved nature, and gardens, and dogs- <br />I imagine him discovering mountainous regions, <br />Like the one where he used to labor; <br />Deer and elk and wild turkeys galore, <br />With dogs at his heels and dogs at the fore <br />Leading wherever he might think, to go. <br /> <br />I used to think it sad that they <br />Didn't repose under grass and trees; <br />With beautiful leaves trailing around them, <br />With Winter behind and Summer before them. <br />But I think they are happy in worlds of mind <br />Where everyone is always kind. <br /> <br />When god is finished with my portrait here, <br />And deems it the time to stop, and clear <br />His tidy work tables, for a while- <br />I'll try to visit the fields where they <br />Repose- if I can find the way.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-i-can-find-the-way/
