Oh, dear cousin
How I wish you well.
May God be kind
And cure your ills.
In days of summer
When stretching long,
It seems forever,
Till night does fall.
When finally succombs
A starry lit sky,
You look upon space
And wonder why.
The loss you suffered
Only makes it worse
As you contemplate
Life's recourse.
Oh, dear cousin,
How I wish you well.
May God be kind
And cure your ills.
May God grant your stay
A little while longer,
So you can enjoy
All life has to offer.
All your kin want you to stay,
As we pray to God above.
It is too soon for you to leave
This world and all of us.
So don't give up
This life of yours;
There is more for you to do
In the service of God.
Oh, dear cousin
How I wish you well.
May God be kind
And cure your ills.
by Jann Newland
©June 2010
