Lord, measure my life by the good and the bad –
The days that were joyful and those that were sad,
The times that were trying and those that were glad,
Yes, measure my life by the gifts that I had;
Lord, measure my life by the friends I held dear –
The ones who were distant and those who were near,
The ones that I touched every day of the year,
Yes, measure my life by those moments of cheer;
Lord, measure my life by the help that I gave –
To those who were fearful and those who were brave,
To those that I lost and the ones I could save,
Yes, measure my life from my birth to the grave;
Lord, treasure the Katie that everyone knew –
She could always be found where the dandelions grew,
And if you were lucky she’d pick you a few,
Yes, measure her life by the things she would do………..
Leave tea for the mailman to help quench his thirst,
Make friends with the tough kids – reach out to the worst,
Take care of her family – they always came first,
Grow beautiful plants from the seedlings she nursed;
Her polenta and ink fish could rival the best,
She prayed for each soul as they laid them to rest,
Each person who met her was truly impressed –
She was a good woman, her life had been blessed.
LJO 2/27/2008
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