May 2014
~
in our book of tears you’ll find,
a lifetime of memories now fixed,
a colorful kaleidoscope, pages in time,
loving tributes from those left behind.
so turn each page, oh so gently,
for there are times we cannot bear the pain,
were it not for this hope that we cling to,
knowing we’ll see his face again.
each lament composed in great sorrow,
every poem & writ in deep grief,
pictures our hearts have tenderly framed,
of one we no longer can touch or see.
tear-stained pages, every token,
each unique, full of memory,
though they cannot return our brother and son,
help our hearts to still, to beat quietly.
for though battered we are not broken,
for though bruised we are not torn,
our hearts we know you've not forgotten,
held together our spirits are yours, Lord,
in your grip, our spirits are yours.
~
in our book of tears you’ll find,
a lifetime of memories now fixed,
a colorful kaleidoscope, pages in time,
loving tributes from those left behind.
so turn each page, oh so gently,
for there are times we cannot bear the pain,
were it not for this hope that we cling to,
knowing we’ll see his face again.
each lament composed in great sorrow,
every poem & writ in deep grief,
pictures our hearts have tenderly framed,
of one we no longer can touch or see.
tear-stained pages, every token,
each unique, full of memory,
though they cannot return our brother and son,
help our hearts to still, to beat quietly.
for though battered we are not broken,
for though bruised we are not torn,
our hearts we know you've not forgotten,
held together our spirits are yours, Lord,
in your grip, our spirits are yours.
~
post script.
this poem was written a couple years ago to be the first page and introduction to our family’s "book of tears," the memories captured and treasured for a brother and son lost.
i give it to you, for we have all lost someone we love...
but especially i dedicate this to T. Maria and to her family, dear friend whose grief knows no bounds, whose tears may never be stopped.
we are battered and bruised anew
in the knowing of your loss.
may you, T. Maria, especially know and experience the last verse of this write! our love and hugs to you!
this poem was written a couple years ago to be the first page and introduction to our family’s "book of tears," the memories captured and treasured for a brother and son lost.
i give it to you, for we have all lost someone we love...
but especially i dedicate this to T. Maria and to her family, dear friend whose grief knows no bounds, whose tears may never be stopped.
we are battered and bruised anew
in the knowing of your loss.
may you, T. Maria, especially know and experience the last verse of this write! our love and hugs to you!
