As she sat silently in her chair
saying the rosary that only He could hear
she would become lost in this meditation for hours
occasionally breaking her focus with trivial conversation that sours
her union with the divine
holding the chalice for the congregation filled with wine
a sip of tea and for some she was Aunt Bea
to me she was the embodiment of a Christ-like figure that he would take from me
her sorrows and faith that never waivers
friends and family who'd arrive with chocolate favors
our hearts were broken on that June 30th morning
the spring fed waters drown away my family's mourning
her spirit emanating love and understanding it's hovering
over us until we can visualize the kingdom in which she now resides
my face starts to light up, it's invigorating, and what breaks forth is a smile
knowing that she's not still knocking at her sisters' and husbands door
no more darkness, sadness, and wondering
she sits as His orchestra is spewing rain and thunder
like flowers that bloom, this lady lives in Him and the rest of us. Thus,
the vacant seat will arrive when Bea is at the right hand and clutching all of us!
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