SONNET

For Rosie
If I should die you need not think of me
(Having a better Man to think about)
But if you must then think, “He did love me,
Fumblingly, wildly - but without a doubt.
He loved his children and he loved the home
My love created. In a different chord
Loved friends, and words, and chime; he loved to roam.
Fumblingly, hopefully, he loved his Lord”.
I do not wish to die. I wish to see
My Saviour’s face. His coming is my dream -
The dream which will come true which quickens me.
Yet it will break the bond which I esteem
More than all earth. But, stood before Christ’s face
Better I’ll view our partnership in grace.