Love me as thou wilt; when I leave this place;
For deeds have spoken in my life and heart,
Though you will not hear voice, nor see mine face,
Thou wilt know that I loved you from the start.
See me a young lass with smile of a pearl,
Or in a cluster of blossoms climbing
Find me in starry night, and as wind doth swirl,
And beside you, when fear has poor timing.
Margaret, of love; mother, sister, blessed,
Trav’ling on ahead over time and space,
Her life’s love to all, tis a treasure chest
Bloom of kind sweetness could ne’er thee replace.
Fare thee well dear, to thine mother’s embrace;
Our love, one for all time, shall ne’er erase.
(In honor of the life of Margaret Baker-Taylor sister of my father Jack Baker)
