In Memory of Florence (Steineke) Palm, wife of Wilbert Palm, and son Willard.
Happy in anticipation
And we shared her joy, I know,
Thinking not that she’d be taken
When her life was all aglow;
Youth and hope and love were hers,
Not a cloud upon the blue,
Now she’s left so sad and lonely
A young husband fond and true.
She was happy, oh – – so happy,
Life was sweet with naught to mar,
While for her within the Valley
Waiting stood the Gates, ajar.
Through the Valley of the Shadows
Where each mother’s sadly borne,
Entered she quite unsuspecting
Now she’s left us all forlorn;
But His Kingdom He hath promised
To console us here behind.
Though we’ll miss her from our circle
Miss her smile and voice so kind;
Still we know that she has anchored,
Safely she has crossed the bar,
For, dear Florence, in the Valley
Passed into the Gates, ajar.
a pioneer woman