Ruthie, A Kind Soul

Ruthie, A Kind Soul

© by Bud Lemire on Oct 5, 2015

 

Ruthie, riding around on your pink motor bike

You're really not my cousin, but you're someone I like

I knew you back when you were on the C.B.

You've always seemed like a kind soul to me

Some years later, you were selling books at The Trading Post

You worked at the place where I would visit the most

We move ahead to the future, we meet in the park

We spend time together, taking pictures in the dark

There by the bridge, you throw your line in

You're fishing, while I take my bike for a spin

Then when the sun sets at the dock, I see you there

We're taking some pictures, in the park everywhere

Descended from the Rodgers, in your ancestral line

You are a cousin, to several siblings of mine

You had a brother Richard, who passed years ago

I remember him, he was someone I use to know

I know you're up in Heaven, looking down from up there

I bet you have a great view, you can see everywhere

Reunited with those who have passed before

A gathering of family, on the Heavenly shore

I'll continue taking pictures, for this I do know

You'll be along with me, Ruthie, with the kind soul

Ruthie, it was always nice to talk with you and share

our love for taking pictures and talk about family.

You shall be missed here on Earth, but I know you're

in a better place and without the pain. Until we meet

again, thanks for your kind presence in my life.

Dedicated to Ruth Rodgers