Harris, Carole Benon (Nov 5, 1925 – May 8, 2000) by Lester C. Wheatley

Carole Benon by Lester Wheatley

I miss her smile, Her voice, Her
touch,

It seems She always did so much.

As we progressed along life's way,

There were times to cry, and times to
play.

She was my life, my love, my light,

When with Her, ALL things seemed so
bright.

She was the Mother of our boys.

Cuts and bruises, and broken toys.

With love and caring, She helped us
all.

Be all you can be, and stand Tall.

A friend to all, a foe to none,

And we all know Her work was done.

Now as we deal with life's vexations,

Will we live up to Her expectations?

Written
by Lester C. Wheatley on November 17, 2000

Presented
at the Thanksgiving gathering at Alan's house on Thanksgiving Day.