Death would have been a welcome friend
to a body decayed by cancer, but the body
continued because the spirit was strong.

LIfe clung to her because she lived it abundantly.
Life loved her vitality, grieved her lost zest for it.
We clung with life, loved and grieved too.

Life, wearied by the struggle, relaxed its hold.
Death claimed a body, but not a soul.
Sunch indominitable spirit did not succumb.

Won, instead, a new life in the Kingdome of God.

*In memory of my Grandmother, Minerva P. Miller, whose name was actually Pansy Minerva Ann Miller

Love, Jody,