Pola Mae Baughman

In loving memory of our beloved wife and mother, Pola Mae Baughman who passed away six years ago today.

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free.

Miss me a little-but not too long

With your head bowed low,

Remember the love

That once was shared;

Miss me - But let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,

And each must go alone,

It is all a part of the Master’s Plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,

Go to friends we know

And bury your sorrows

In doing good deeds;

Miss me - But let me go.