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Abandoned

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Standing in the shadows, her tears flowed gently down her cheeks.

She was alone.

She didn’t want anyone to see the tears, as though somehow it made her weak.

She was strong.

Her mother had just taken her last breath after fighting for weeks.

Her lovely mom.

She felt so abandoned by the world.

Alone and abandoned.

Stairway to Heal

Teresa-pink-rose-web In the still of the night, not a sound to be heard.

She lay in the bed like a frail little bird.

This was the night she would breath her last breath.

Her daughter by her side to hold her hand at her death.

The daughter’s love was so pure, like it was as a babe.

Now the girl wished and prayed that her mother could be saved.

But she knew God well and she knew it was mom’s time

For the end of her journey and her life was sublime.

The stairway to heaven must be paved with gold

The daughter believed this as she had been told.

A stairway filled with music and angels is what mother deserved.

The daughter thought of each moment and treasures preserved.

As mother took her last breath the daughter did weep

But tears of love and joy were those she did seek.

Time passed by and the daughter grew stronger.

Her stairway of grieving was a stairway no longer.

She met each new day with a smile on her face.

Her journey of healing at last had it’s own place.

It was a memory now, still painful and yet

She could find her joy in life again and the pain she could forget.

Sadness

 

Tears fill my eyes again, they spill over, again.

This is not how it’s supposed to be.

But it is.  It always is.

Why is the unanswered question racing through my mind.

Why is life that can be so beautiful so sad?

So sad.

No sense in this.  No sense at all, but that illness reigns supreme, again.

Life really is unfair, but we learn from it, I suppose.

That’s what they tell us.  But why all the need for sadness?

Some cheerfulness could teach us a lot too!

Tears for Grandma

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Little boy, little boy, Why do you cry?

I want my grandma to come back from heaven.

Little boy, little boy, I’m sorry she’s gone.

Why did God take her? We had playing left to do.

Little boy, little boy, it was her time to go.

But I was not ready. I just miss her so.

Little boy, little boy, she’s still here with you. In the sky up above, on the grass next to you. Your grandma’s love will always be true.

But I want to see her right here, today.

Little boy, little boy, she watches you play.

 

The Footprints

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As I walked along the cool, damp sand

I noticed my footprints behind me.

The impression they made quickly disappeared

as the salt water softly lapped back into the sea.

I thought about her then and how quickly life passes

Like the footprints now gone, so was she.

It was there in my memory that I’d remember them now,

just like her voice, her laugh, her scent.

We are all just footprints on the great shore of life.

All the memories of us, washed back by the water.

She will always be, as she was, never changing,

but her memory in others may fade.

My soul is tormented by the grief of her loss,

my mind questions why our lives had to change.

My heart burns like the embers of a full forest fire,

but it also finds peace in the water.

Oh mama, my lovely mama, no matter how much time passes,

Forever will I carry you in my heart.

Unsettled

Walking through the house again, I notice her clothes laid across the chair in her room. No idea she would never come home. Her lipstick and brush lay atop her dresser.

It’s up to me to choose her dress because I’m her daughter, her only daughter. Why did she have to go now?  I was not ready to say goodbye. You are never really ready to say goodbye.

Tears stream gently down my cheeks again. They never cease these days. How can I go on without her? I have my faith and my family, but not her. I need her, especially now.  She understood me better than I did myself. Dad says he thought he’d go first.  How will he cope without his lively “better half”, his Irish Rose?

Will they put the lipstick on that she likes? Will her hair look okay?  She needed to get a perm and the color had faded.  I painted her nails a pretty pink that she liked before I left.  I hope they don’t change that.  Why now?  Why?