I'm Coming, Honey
So often through his illnessI'd hear him call my name,
And hurry to his bedside,
Saying as I came -
"I'm Coming, Honey".
Now his room is silent,
No voice is calling me,
I do not have to answer
Another urgent plea -
"I'm Coming, Honey".
Now he is in Heaven,
Free from pain and care,
He knows that I am ready
Someday to meet him there -
"I'm Coming, Honey".
Honoria A. Groves
28 October, 1993
