So Much To Do, So Much Undone

by Steven Leitch

So much to do, so much undone.
How can I go and leave my loved ones.
I’ve children at home that still need my care,
how can I go when I should be there?

So much to say, so much unsaid.
Words that need spoken are still in my head.
Things to talk over with my loving mate,
wished I had said them, but it’s now too late.

So much to see, so much unseen.
Wonders imagined are still in my dreams.
The plans that we made for our later years
are visions now blurred through heartache and tears.

So much to hear, so much unheard,
my grandchild’s first prayer in her very word.
More sweet whispers of “Hon, I Love You”,
in memory’s past, will now have to do.

Oh Father, please tell me why did I go,
I’ve so much to do here that needs my help so.
With so much unheard and still much to see
Please tell me dear Father, I ask of thee.

“My daughter, now listen, I’ll speak to you dear,
you’ve given your best, and I’m pleased with you here.
For I need you to meet with my Holy son,
there’s so much to do, there’s so much undone.”

by Steven Leitch, (1949-2022) November 2, 2002

**Steve knew of Sally’s love of poetry and so as a tribute he wrote this poem shortly after hearing of her death. We are all appreciative of this expression of his thoughts.