Apple Creek Poetry by Paralee Eadie

 My life was short, I drew few breaths

From earth’s sweet atmosphere.

But it was not as sweet as Jesus' breath

When He welcomed me up here.

 I’ve got a lot of playmates.

The kids up here are swell.

A boy who gave his lunch to Jesus,

What a story he has to tell!

 Your child is your child throughout life,

No matter how old they are.

Your heart is always with them

Whether they live nearby or far.

 But You've called my son home, Lord,

And he seems so far away.

Hold him in Your arms, Lord,

Until my own Homegoing day.

 God placed in our care

A bundle so dear,

A wee little angel

That filled life with cheer.

 So bright and so hopeful,

A bloom yet unfolded,

A soft piece of clay

Yet to be molded.