Reva's Poem

How many times have I turned,
To look at you as I pass?
Too many times to count.
You’re always there, sitting, staring,
Always wearing the same distant look,
Always wearing the same faded dress,
Always sitting in the same lonely spot,
Have many times have I stopped,
Reached out to touch you?
Too many times to count.
But I can never reach you,
You always remain behind the glass,
Framed in time, eternally young.
How many times have I talked to you,
Willing you to hear my voice,
Behind the picture, above the clouds,
In your Heavenly abode?
Too many times to count.
I used to think how lucky I,
To live on this side of life,
So sad for you to live on the other.
But as the glitter of this life fades,
I long more for Heaven’s shore,
And know it was you lucky, not I.
To reach there in your baby innocence,
And grow where your spirit could fly.
How many times have I dreamt of you there,
Unburdened by this world’s strife?
Joyously attending family reunions,
You now embracing more relatives than I,
How many times have I longed to be with you?
Too many times to count.
And I will someday, I believe by faith,
No longer touch you through glass,
But I’ll step around, we’ll touch hand in hand,
Surrounded by love,
And we’ll have long conversations,
Too many times to count.
written about my baby sister Reva
that passed away at 9 mo. old,
leaving me an only child and
ever missing her.
Linda