All Around the Camp - Dedication

This book is dedicated to my father, Jesse Edwin Ball, who instilled in me the desire to learn about my ancestors,

IN MEMORY OF JESSE BALL

Our Papa

He grew so tired and weary, And his
eyes were growing dim. Each day his
footsteps faltered; His voice
didn't sound like him.

He was always so watchful and cooperative for
fear that he would fall, Waiting so very
patiently for the time he would be called.

As in life, so in death, He stood
the greatest test. But by God,
grace, and mercy, An angel took
him home to rest.

We must not grieve for him;
Although there may be tears.
How lucky we were to have him
For so many lovely years.

We have many sweet memories to cherish.
Instead of those so sad.
We shall always remember the wonderful
And beautiful life he had.

by: Opal Ball Powers

Copyright © 2004: by Linda Hunt Hamlett
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