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,
but I know the pain can not be washed away with tears.
You are everywhere I look, the sky, the clouds,
a running brook, waves in the ocean.
Now in God's arms you are safe.
Never again will I see your smiling face.
But this photograph in my mind will never be erased.
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 that blow.
I am diamonds that glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of butterflies in joyous flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave ...
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 behold
Her loving arms eager to enfold
Can one ever understand her pain
Never to see her beloved son again