A Mother's Wish For Her Son's Last Journey

Today that troubled anchor finally let him go, replenishing his spirit with a splendid afterglow.

Sweet enlightened memories of joy returned, leaving him unburdened and so very unconcerned.

In the corner he discovered his fishing gear. He picked it up and walked out, not shedding a tear.

He's gone fishing on a magical golden pond, where the rainbow trout are jumping all day long.

He's gone fishing to his personal retreat, a special place where all our loved ones wait to meet.

In memory of Jeffrey Frank Boswell