I Am Thinking of You, My Dear Lucy

Sister Mine...a treasure gifted to me from my youngest sister There are no celebrations planned with others tonightbecause many of 'us' that had planned to get together are under the weather, either with flu-bug or cold bug.Mine was fever, achy bone but has turned into a cold.Tonight I am reflecting on many a conversation Lucy and I hadon how we shared a sense of foreboding on New Year's Eve about who would not be here 'next year'.Aren't you glad we don't know what lies in storeand aren't you thankful God is a faithful comforter if we lean on Him?! (Below, glimpse of a card my oldest sister gave me on Saturday) *** I am thinking of you, my dear LucyPassed beyond fond pleasure of sightWhere oft on the stroke of the New YearOur eyes and our hearts would uniteIn kindred and soulful reflectionAs wondering what waits to beWould meld minds in mutual connectionOf life's vulnerability I am thinking of you, my dear LucyIn the land where no  hours chime Where no sickness, pain or grief entersFree from bonds and bearings of TimeHow things we once dreaded, yet treasuredThat come with accruing of ageAre gone for you, no longer measuredBy sight's oh-so-fallible gauge I am thinking of you, my dear LucyHow I miss our chatter and fussA blending and clashing arrangementComposing the music of 'us'And though many comfort and bless me(For their kind hearts are broken too)I can't help but fill a bit emptyThis New Year's Eve, without you I am thinking of you, my dear LucyAnd cherish like never beforeThe dances we shared as life's musicPlayed a most precious repertoire Of highs and lows, flying and fallingWhile honing quadrilles in my heartTill it seems I can hear you soft-calling 'Forever, yet never apart' © Janet Martin