SOUNDS OF A SISTER

A Memorial of Kathleen Dickinson

SOUNDS OF A SISTER

Earth has music to those who will listen

Magic sounds make musical memories

Sounds of a Sister vault into family vision

Captures her warmth in late Summer’s breeze

Kathleen waves to America’s flag flying

Across Nation she served in her years

Honorable, awarded, proud, not denying

Her country, her choice of careers

Her laughter, love of her family pealing

When church bells ring as risen sun breaks

Choirs of angels as morning mists stealing

Her voice with harpist soothes family aches

Recall her love of Minnesota’s theater

Of seasons when home visits she came

Silver lakes burnt by sunsets greater etch

Scroll lavender golden red her dear name

Waves kiss lakeshore, like a brothers embrace

Family ties bound, roots solid, planted deep

Sounds of a Sister appear like an angel’s face

On beds of roses her fragrance will keep

So, sit by cracking fire where its warm inside

Against life’s cold, sharp sting and roar

Be content with Sounds O a Sister

When once you enjoyed her at your door

Hear the robins, hear rain drops on clover

Listen to sounds of Spring after Winter’s cold

Feel joy of sunshine beams all over

Like family together in your household

There is a fountain eternal, diamonds dropping

Splash, scatter, whispers secrets she knew

Leaping, falling, shimmers not stopping

Loving sisters and brothers rendezvous

Winds once tempest-driven, quiet to a breeze

Sweeps dark shadows from once bleak sky

As Voice of our Creator whispers His ease

Knowing sorrow can cause winds to sigh

Voices on high roll as deep thunder

Was there when last you kissed her

His Voice, the Voice of all Wonder

Can be heard in the Sounds of a Sister

Poem by

Imelda Dickinson

Sept. 23, 1998