Margaret J. Rozic, May 15, 1917

Miss Me, But Let Me GoWhen 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,And not with your head bowed low.Remember the love we once shared.Miss me, but let me go.For this is a journey we all must takeAnd each must go alone,It's all part of the Master's plan,A step on the road to home.When you are lonely and sick of heart,Go to the friends we know,And bury your sorrowIn doing good deeds,Miss me, but let me go.I miss you, but I'm gratefulFor the lessons you taught me daily.Happy Birthday, Mom