She walks with angels on a misty shore.
The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it.
As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting.
At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking the silence.
Its powerful leap sends echoing waves to the lake’s sandy edge. As they lap,lap,lap and caress her bare feet, she looks at the angels, her eyes aglow with a far off memory.
“I caught the biggest fish of my life right here. “
They laugh, “We know. Your joy soared all the way to heaven. God walked around with the biggest smile on his face all day long.”
-By Linda Lee Lyberg
Your roses, blooming
heady aroma of spice
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Yearning for her touch
-Linda lee Lyberg
I’ve done my best to forever remember
Each line on your weathered face
Your delicate hands soft and tender
The beauty of your southern grace
Six years ago today, I received an early morning call telling me you were gone. The nurse told me someone had been in to check on you, and they came back 15 minutes later, and your soul had moved on.
I read a lot about death in those weeks following. From what I read, the way you went- alone- was what many souls choose to do.
And while I am sad I was not there in those final moments, I know it’s what you wanted. If I had been there, I would have selfishly asked you to stay and you would have done all you could to do so.
-Linda Lee Lyberg
Here I bravely stand
Reaching out to give you my hand
To guide me through this unknown land
For you’ve been there, you understand
It is not the type of jewelry that normally attracts her. Placed in the corner of the glass case, treated as nothing more than a brassy trinket, there is an ethereal quality to the piece that catches her eye and holds her, spellbound.
“May I look at this please?”