Time does not heal, it makes a scar that can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour.
My Beloved Son
It's been one year since you were suddenly taken away.
My memory of that day is no longer clear,
I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand by my grave and weep
For I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds th...
Think of the mother whose son lies in a grave
Of her joy when life to him she gave
His young years a pleasure to be...