This poem was written for a 30 yr old man who was dying in the hospital.

For Noah

By Rebecca Strecker


The doctors say your days are short

without much hope in sight.

But that, my friend, is just their thought

And we know that’s not right.


For Jesus so loves every soul

Who comes to Him in pain.

He’s told us clearly that like Him

You too would live again.


He bore the pain for all our sins

Forgiving ’till the end.

And as your days draw to a close

remember Him, my friend.


Remember that when life is through

our Father says “Well done!

Welcome to Life eternal now

Blessings on you, my dear son.”


So think on things to come, Noah.

Rejoice. Be of good cheer.
Listen for the voice within

as He is coming near.


And when you leave we will not mourn

for we know where you’ll be.

In Heaven with Lord Jesus

who has has come to set you free.

This poem was given to Noah by his fellow church members who were well pleased with it.

Mother Eulogy/For Marlene

By Rebecca Strecker


When you love someone they never live

a life that’s long enough.

You wish they’d live forever—

were made of tougher stuff.

But that’s not the way it works…

we all must say “Goodbye”,

As I do to my mother

aching heart and tear in eye.

Her’s was the first face that I saw,

the first voice that I heard.

And to me that voice, though not the best,

out-sang the sweetest bird.

She taught me things I won’t forget.

In hard times I’ll recall

the wisdom that she handed me

like nothing much at all.

Yes, there were times we argued,

Moms and daughters often do.

It was a “right of passage”

that it seems we must pass through.

A part of me that was a child

has now been locked away.

But I’ll remember ‘Mom and me’

forever and a day.

During her final illness

we both went to Italy.

In truth our time together

was a gift that she gave me.

I know, somehow we’re not apart,

and that she hears my thoughts

when I say Mom “I loved you

and the good things that you taught”.

Because her death came slowly

I had time to plan this day.

Yet no amount of planning

can take the ache away.

And some day in the future,

when my days come to an end

I know we’ll meet in Heaven,

Dearest mother: My best friend.

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A good friend on my EN Group just lost a dear friend, so I wrote this poem for him.

Wasn’t it Just Yesterday
by Rebecca Strecker

Wasn’t it just yesterday we watched the Super Bowl
and planned a birthday party days away?
Wasn’t it just yesterday we shared a laugh or two​
And now the Lord has taken you away.

You retired from the Air Force just three short years ago.
A new chapter of your life was in your plans.
But God made a decision to call you home instead
a decision that we cannot understand.

In your final hours your family recalled
your wish to donate organs at the end.
And so because of you, health has been restored
to strangers who will always call you Friend.

You leave behind a husband and children who ask
will they ever find the strength to carry on.
May God gently take their hands showing them the way
and lead them from the darkness to the dawn.


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by Rebecca Strecker 9/18/08

We kissed Good night as usual.
But by the morning light,
I saw that you left quietly
to be with God that night.

A look of peace was on your face.
No Sorrow or regrets.
I held your hand a moment,
one I never will forget.

I’m on my own again now, James.
It makes me scared and sad.
For we were friends and lovers
and what a life we had!

We raised four kids and they’re all fine
with children of their own.
After forty years of marriage
how those little ones have grown.

Peter, Jeff and Sandra
and our youngest, ‘Baby Tad’,
All of them loved you so much,
you were the best of Dads.

One grandson is named after you.
When he learns it, he’ll be proud
to share a name with Granddad,
who was gentle, never loud.

I remember all the little things.
How you always were so kind:
Always helping out a stranger
who was in a bind.

I remember how you fed the cats
and vacuumed all the floors.
and the plans we always put on hold
to replace those worn front doors.

All I’m left with, James, are memories.
But I can still stand tall,
knowing I was married to
the best husband of all.


Goodbye Willis
by Rebecca Strecker 5/15/08

The buzz around the school today
was that Willis Lamb had died.
That old prof who we seldom saw
who won the Nobel Prize.

In 1955 they say,
some students were not born.
He saw the world change in his day
and now the world will mourn.

Yeah, Lamb was getting on in years,
they said near ninety five.
A living legend left his mark
on all of us alive.

So raise a glass to Willis Lamb

and may his soul ascend.
The world will miss his mind and heart
and I will miss my friend.

This poem was read at Professor Willis Lamb’s memorial service on 10/31/08 by Jeff Seligman, who was a close friend and student of his. Those present cheered and toasted Professor Lamb and celebrated his life afterwards.

Jeff, I was very happy with the celebration. Your comments and the poem you read were an excellent
way to end the program.
James C. Wyant
Dean, College of Optical Sciences
Professor of Optical Sciences
University of Arizona