Miss Aggie’s Poem.

Your dear old house is silent and dark,

     The sharp sickle of Death has left its mark.

It’s hard to fathom that you’re no longer there,

      You were such a good neighbor, and that is so rare.  

Your fading flowers and withering grass of green,

     Conjure memories of your yard, always pristine.

I’ll miss your front porch stories, never did they end,

     Of Rat the mule, mountain life, and war-weary old Berlin.

Although your dear old house was just your earthy home,

     A safe place in which to live and nevermore roam,

Now Heaven awaits with its mansion so grand,

     Where the pain of this earth is forever banned.

Safe in the loving arms of Jesus throughout eternity you’ll go.      

     Along with family and friends basking in Heaven’s warm glow.

I’ll miss you Miss Aggie, dear neighbor for many a year,

     The memories of your love and kindness will summon a tear.

But one glorious day, we’ll meet again, and what a happy day it will be,

     To worship Father God and our dear Savior, Jesus, to see!  

(A Poem by Anthony Wayne Kalberg, August 5, 2025)