On Behalf of My Deceased Uncle Tom and Aunt Frances

Uncle Tom, you come to our performance or of mine as a small child,
Took us your wife, children and I to Medicine Lake where we were laughing, digging our toes in the sand.

Then died later in life as a janitor, from early one winter's morning--how strange.

The writer, and your son Tim followed as in your footprints and,
I'm not sure why Tim relived this very upsetting experience and having your family
Love me and my mom Kathryn, we'll just keep our close prayers for your souls to go to heaven, and
Our funeral clothes not make a change.

Your Niece and young Author--

Cousin Lisa Ann Wilson Heath