Esther Pitre

Wait For Me
Remember mom’s smile
And her love of all things
Bright red flowers
And the dove’s white wings.
Through time she travels
To do God’s will
Such a beautiful face
I can see it still.
Of all things proper
She filled her heart
And God’s love was there
From the very start.
Today we rejoice
As we set this dove, free
She has met her savior
Mom wait for me!