I Am Thinking of You, My Dear Lucy

Sister Mine...a treasure gifted to me from my youngest sister

There are no celebrations planned with others tonight

because many of 'us' that had planned to get together 

are under the weather, either with flu-bug or cold bug.

Mine was fever, achy bone but has turned into a cold.

Tonight I am reflecting on many a conversation Lucy and I had

on how we shared a sense of foreboding on New Year's Eve 

about who would not be here 'next year'.

Aren't you glad we don't know what lies in store

and aren't you thankful God is a faithful comforter if we lean on Him?!

(Below, glimpse of a card my oldest sister gave me on Saturday)

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I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy

Passed beyond fond pleasure of sight

Where oft on the stroke of the New Year

Our eyes and our hearts would unite

In kindred and soulful reflection

As wondering what waits to be

Would meld minds in mutual connection

Of life's vulnerability

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy

In the land where no  hours chime 

Where no sickness, pain or grief enters

Free from bonds and bearings of Time

How things we once dreaded, yet treasured

That come with accruing of age

Are gone for you, no longer measured

By sight's oh-so-fallible gauge

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy

How I miss our chatter and fuss

A blending and clashing arrangement

Composing the music of 'us'

And though many comfort and bless me

(For their kind hearts are broken too)

I can't help but fill a bit empty

This New Year's Eve, without you

I am thinking of you, my dear Lucy

And cherish like never before

The dances we shared as life's music

Played a most precious repertoire 

Of highs and lows, flying and falling

While honing quadrilles in my heart

Till it seems I can hear you soft-calling 

'Forever, yet never apart'

© Janet Martin