Saying Goodbye is Hard...

(A poem Dad read at Grandma's funeral.) Along the Golden Streets, A loved one walks today, With wonder in her heart Faith blossomed into sight. She walks and stops and stares, And walks and stops again, Vistas of loveliness, Beyond the dreams of men. She who was feeble, weak, and shackled by her bed, Now climbs eternal hills, With light and easy tread. She has escaped at last, The cruel clutch of pain, Her lips shall never taste Its bitter cup again. Oh! Never call her dead, This buoyant one, and free. Whose daily portion is delight And ecstasy! She bows in speechless joy, Before the feet of Him, Whom seeing not, she loved, While yet her sight was dim. Along the Golden Streets, No stranger walks today, But one, who long homesick, Is Home at last to stay.