A poem I wrote for an elderly friend after his wife died |
Thank you stacylynn71 for the pretty white ribbon! For Red Don’t cry for me, my darling Don’t shed a tear or two Although our time is over And my Earth journey is through. I am fine my lovely, so Stand strong and have no fear. And I thought you’d like to know What life is like up here. When our Timmy died at seven How we missed his boyish charms. He ran calling, “Mommy!” As he rushed into my arms. Your mom and dad are here as well And mine are too, you see. In heaven’s splendor we all dwell Anxiously awaiting thee. The streets are fully lined with gold The houses made of glass On not one house you’ll find a door So love can freely pass. The skies up here are bluest blue The grasses greenest green. The roses of the reddest hue That you have ever seen. The daisies are the purest white And rainbows fill the skies. At night what twinkles oh so bright Not stars but fireflies. The children always playing Through the fields they dance and leap. When evening comes they’re praying For your safety while you sleep. The angels play their harps until We close our eyes and dream. The nighttime silence nearly still Till we wake up again. We rise to hear birds chirping All day long they serenade us No despair here, hope usurping Spirits finally free, and thus… Come join us when you can, my sweet Don’t fear the sting of death Our family will then be complete Sincerely, Your Wife Beth |