Dedicated To
Wanda
Deloris
Harris
Hartman
Born July 23, 1953
Died October 26, 1996
We lost my sister Wanda to cancer a few years ago.
Where ever I go and what ever I do, she is with me.
She lives on in my heart.
Her strength and courage amazed me.
I love you Wanda
 God
saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be. So He wrapped his arms around you, and whispered, "Come to me". You didn't deserve what you went through, So He gave you rest. God's garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best And when I saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain I could not wish you back to suffer that again. |
"For Uncle Bucky"
Perched on the edge of my seat
The funeral droned on like death.
Suddenly my mind began to wonder,
My hands-are poppa's
Builders hands.
Strong arms creating as natural as a
Bird building a nest.
I took a deep breath, and made my
Shoulders proud
As a small hand griped the orange handle
Of a Fisher Price hammer.
I was working with dad.
Yesterday I searched his hope chest,
And in it I found my hammer
He had kept it all these years.
As the casket was about to be closed,
I took my hammer out of my coat pocket
And dropped it in
I took a deep breath, and made my
Shoulders proud
As a warm tear tirckled down my cheek.
Written by my daughter Tina
And I ask his permission to use it.
He was kind enough to say yes.
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