Plucked into thy Fathers hand, my time has come to pass.
For every tear you shed for me overfloweth the glass.
Drink to all the happy days and memories we share.
For now I am at peace in his tender,loving care.
Though this may be painful, in time you’ll understand.
There is no better place to be than in thy Fathers hand.
If you should ever need me, though we had to part, ask and I shall answer from deep within your heart.

This poem was written/submitted by Terri Pool 10/10/11.