This Message I Send

Time may be short,
  but the memories are long

Of a life I now celebrate,
  in poetry and song

My body though challenged,
  my eyesight forlorn

Those promises I kept,
  the blanket that warms

The sun may be setting,
  with leaves turning brown

But the path clearly marked,
  my journey, my crown

As the light becomes dimmer,
   and the music portends

Not sorrow but gratitude,
—this message I send

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)