Fischele Mixon

A Poem for Fischele

A limb has fallen from the family tree I hear a voice that whispers, Grieve not for me'

Remember the best times, the laughter, the songs

The good I lived while I was strong Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you

Keep on smiling, the sun will shine through.

My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest Remembering all...how I was truly blessed

Continue traditions, no matter how small Go on with your lives, don't stare at the wall

I miss you all dearly so keep up your chin Until that fine day we're together again.