If you should go before me, dear, walk slowly
Down the ways of death, well-worn and wide,
For I would want to overtake you quickly
And seek the journey's ending by your side.
I would be so forlorn not to descry you
Down some shining highroad when I came:
Walk slowly, dear, and often look behind you
And pause to hear if someone calls your name.
by Adelaide Love
in Memory of Dad whom I lost 3 years ago yesterday.