by Gertrude Rosentrater
Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden
With happy days we've known.
In spring I'll watch for roses red,
When fades the lilac blue,
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice; I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope;
The memory of your helping hand
Will lift me on with hope.
Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No lengthening shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much happiness,
We've had our cup of joy,
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you do
Walk slowly down that long, lone path
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same
For someday down that lonely road
You'll hear me call your name.
I dedicate this poem to my Mother who would have been married to my father for 51 years this day July 16, 2007.
