July Thirty-first
It's been a year
Since we talked. Since you were here.
And although my life is forever changed
Through so many things, your life remains:
in a word, a smile, a scent, a sound
for that split second i look around
and tell myself you are in a better place
there is no pain upon your face.
There are no more moments to wish for peace
no more waiting for time to cease
Through the eyes of every being of light
in the innocent laugh of a child's delight
in the soft clatter of summer rain
in the crunch of gravel on dry terrain
in the glistening sun on birds in flight
and the sound of leaves rustling through the night
you speak to me.
In my dreams, these moments make hours
your smile embraces my soul
I am grateful to sense your being
you are content, at peace, and whole
As I slowly awaken, I begin to see
unlike the leaf fallen from its tree
the winds of time will not take you from me
And while your physical form is forever gone
It is through these things, mom, your life lives on.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
July Thirty-first
It's been a year
Since we talked. Since you were here.
And although my life is forever changed
Through so many things, your life remains:
in a word, a smile, a scent, a sound
for that split second i look around
and tell myself you are in a better place
there is no pain upon your face.
There are no more moments to wish for peace
no more waiting for time to cease
Through the eyes of every being of light
in the innocent laugh of a child's delight
in the soft clatter of summer rain
in the crunch of gravel on dry terrain
in the glistening sun on birds in flight
and the sound of leaves rustling through the night
you speak to me.
In my dreams, these moments make hours
your smile embraces my soul
I am grateful to sense your being
you are content, at peace, and whole
As I slowly awaken, I begin to see
unlike the leaf fallen from its tree
the winds of time will not take you from me
And while your physical form is forever gone
It is through these things, mom, your life lives on.
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