Daughter Olga

By Lucy Scharrer
Copyright 1998 by T. Scharrer stories@gatorsden.org

One of my grandmother's daughters named Olga died around 1947. This poem reflects grandma's grief because of daughter Olga's death.

Slowly but sadly
We laid her to rest.
Her head on a pillow
Her hands on her breast.

As the shadows of night slowly gathered
We saw her life depart.
Leaving us sad and lonely
And with dull and aching heart.

She came to stay for a few short years
To brighten our pathway ahead.
May the Angels in Heaven watch o'er her
As she sleeps in her green mosey bed.

So like a flower she faded
Her young life in full bloom is gone.
Her lonely journey is ended
The Master has called her home.

We have given her up to the savior
With heart full of grief and pain.
We'll never, no never forget her
While teardrops fall down like rain.

She is sleeping, sweetly sleeping
And more lonely grows each hour.
Know that no more we'll see her
Only in these minds of ours.

Tis hard to part with those we love
Tis hard to part tis true.
But twas not so hard to part with some
As it was to part with you.

Mother