Sit down won’t you Michael,
You must be so tired after your long travels.
I’ll make a cup of tea,
Lovely to see you.
The welcome was eternal,
Particularly for family,
The living room wallpapered with images of children,
Who ran through her mind and veins,
Like grace from God.
Now, your sandwiches are ready,
On the plate which will never need replenishment,
For all your service to those who loved you is now rewarded,
As you take the comfy seat at last.
And see the face of God.