YEARLY PILGRIMAGE

I knew you well, when just a little girl
I sat upon your lap in sweet content -
Your hands of velvet touching every curl,
As daylight went.

I knew you well in scenes of yesteryear -
Your laughter, as we walked down by the shore,
Your windy whispers brushing past my ear,
Amid the roar.

I knew you well in your short years on earth,
How deeply you felt life - your gifts of love;
The angels who once heralded your birth,
Hold you above.

Before the northern winds blow at my fence,
I make my yearly pilgrimage to rest;
And at this place of my soul's permanence,
I knew you best.