Mary-Catherine
A song we sing. We cannot know
How far the sound of it will go,
How long its echo will be heard,
We can but pray that every word,
Each note in this, the song we sing,
Will find its resting place and bring
Some little measure of repose,
Some strength, some happiness to those
Who hear our song. If just one smiles
To hear its echo down the miles,
Then we should be content and know
Our song was meant - God willed it so.
Dear Dad - You will echo in our hearts forever. I love you!

