Poems about Nani...and others:

Not long after Nani passed away my step father, Neldon, wrote this poem. I think he must have also been thinking of when his own wife, Mary, passed away several years ago...and maybe of his son-in-law's passing just over a year ago. Both wonderful, wonderful people. But I never knew this part of Neldon who, like my own father, retired from civil service at a military base, is very practical, and just doesn't come across as being the most sensetive guy. This speaks to the heart:

One Star

Who can count the number of the stars?
This is beyond the ability of mortal man.
So who will know if this count changes?
Is it possible that anybody can?

You may wonder why I ask this question.
I will try to help you understand.
There is one less star in my own sky,
Taken up by God's gentle, loving hand.

Now my heaven has an empty space,
And God's is one star brighter than before.
Will anyone else but me take notice
That the total count is now one more?


Today my Mom emailed me a couple of short poems. She didn't say who wrote them. I wondered if Neldon did at least one of them:

Not 'til the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly,
will God unfold the tapistry
and explain the reason why
the dark threads were as needful
in the weaver's skillful hands
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern that He planned.


This really hit me: 

God saw her getting tired,
But a cure was not to be,
He put his loving arm around her,
And said:
My child come with me.