The White Horse
(for Ann)
Death comes on a white horse
to carry you away
I see the love in Her eyes as
she lifts you carefully
and cradles you in Her arms
You go willingly, eagerly,
even though you know
you can't come home again
(Excerpted from Fine Black Lines (c) 1993, 2003 Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)
I miss you, Ann.
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