I found this poem in a drawer of mine. Sure didn't look like anything in the world I would have thrown in the drawer.

I also found it online, and thought I'd share.



Safely Home
by Unknown

I am home in Heaven, dear ones;
Oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty
In this everlasting light.

All the pain and grief is over,
Every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever,
Safely home in Heaven at last.

Did you wonder I so calmly
Trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus' arm to lean on,
Could I have one doubt or dread?

Then you must not grieve so sorely,
For I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows,
Pray to trust our Father's Will.

There is work still waiting for you,
So you must not idly stand;
Do it now, while life remaineth--
You shall rest in Jesus' land.

When that work is all completed,
He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting,
Oh, the joy to see you come!

Mae I'm so happy to know you're recovering! I bet the old gentleman is really glad you're around, too. Along with the TLC and ego boosting, I think folks like that really enjoy being with someone who makes them "toe the line", so to speak. He knows you won't put up with too much and will get right in his face, but also knows you'll be there for him when the chips are down.
You are a source of great inspiration for all of us here.

the grieving process takes time to put into perspective.I went to a place I nevere thought would happen.I fell to pieces in such a horrible way.I kept re living all three of my loved ones passing.MY MENTAL HEALTH HAD A STRONG BEARING ON MY PHYSICAL WELL BEING..I grieve the loss of them all but have put it in a special place.When I find my self thinking about the pain and suffering they endured I tell my self to just stop.My life changed so rapidly.I had three then two then none.I had friends that were his aides and nurses etc.All of a sudden, I was alone and had to find my purpose, my new identity.I am at a better place at this time.Continue to miss each of them.I am caring for a 98 year old gentlemen in his home.Mentally he is sharp as a tack.He manages to get around but has not taken care of himself and his home as it should be.I onlt work nine hours a week , which is enough.He has always been a person who was controlling and not very flexable.He intimidated those around with his ways.He tried in the beginning to do the same with me but he is now very cooperative and trusts me to be there for him.Sometimes I fear he is too dependent on me.He has family but they have not seen to his needs as they should have.Not that he could not afford to have been living in better conditions.So I take it one day at a time.It works better that way.I am doing what I know how to do, look after someone who needs some attention and loving care with some ego boosting added

Fuller, every time I miss Mom, I read this poem. Being as religious as she was, I know she's been waiting on being there, all her life.

It gives me a lot of comfort to read it.

Brought tears to my eyes...thanks for sharing.