One of Ken's daughters-in-law gave this poem to Beverly Henshaw.
I want to touch the lines of your face
And read the inspiraions etched upon your lips
I want to look deeply into your eyes
And swim in their gentle courage.
I want to hold your hand,
Big and strong,
And feel the support of a lifetime
Holding me up--
Always encouraging me to grow.
I want to lay my head
Against your chest
And listen to the steady beating
Of the love that never failed.
I want to stand briefly in your shadow
Dark in contrast to the burning sun,
And measure my movements
against yours.
I want to feel your arms
wrapped tightly around me
And know that nothing
Can ever break their grasp.
I want mostly to remember--
to touch the lines of your face
To rub your cheek gently
And whisper softly in your ear
That I will hold you always
Well within my reach
And deeply within my soul
Valerie Wilkinson 12/24/93