9/2/1926-1/6/2004
by Robert A. Glover (grandson)
What will we do without her
laughter and scolding,
her soft, focused devotion?
her loving strength resided
in her hands and heart
and spread like wings to shield us.
A call that will never come
A door left ajar.
She slips furtively away.
I cant find her anywhere
in particular
singled out in memory
Ive come to think of as me.
I can't say that at all.
She was always there,
and she was always fair.
She never wanted for much,
But Boy could she show love a bunch.
All the kids and Grandchildren too,
Never doubted her love was true.
She went out west where the sun was warm,
She didnt like the cold winter storms.
Even though she moved all those miles,
Every time you talked to her you could feel her smile.
She will be missed by me and all the others,
But we know she is with her mother.
We know we;ll join her some day,
She was just like always,
Paving the Way.
~2004~
