Jo Ann Van Meter

March 25, 1947 to October 8, 2009

Mom, I hope there are whales where you are.

I give you this
one thought to keep.
I am with you still
I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken
in the morning's hush
I am the swift
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.

Do not think of me as gone --
I am with you still
in each new dawn.

~Native American prayer