The Rosary

Morning walk around the lake 

Holding her Rosary in my hand

One she prayed with into glory 

Christmas morning...mourning

We were there at her bedside

Where we prayed and we cried

It was a grace to see her face

Eyes closed, and headed home

She was chosen by the Father

To mother sons and daughters

Sharing her love to everyone

Today, she prayed with her son

I felt her as many times before

The times she held my hand

It was such a beautiful thing

Feeling the warmth of her hand

Walking and praying together

Contemplating her memory

She kept pace step by step

Hand in hand and the Rosary