I wrote this when my Mom died last year.
Dad is dying now.

Passages

As time goes by and history unfolds
In moments where it all becomes a blur,
The heart will dwell on memories it holds
Still wishing things could be the way they were.

Such happy times that linger in the past
With memories of loved ones oh so dear,
But even then we knew it couldn’t last
For life is growing through the things we fear.

The future does bring treasures of its own
As love grows even deeper than before,
We need not dread so much, but make it known
Those passages bring with them even more.

For every bit of love we ever shared
In some grand way I’m finding still exists.
We miss time spent with those for whom we cared
But find that all the love they had persists.

I recognize in every gift of love
The part of us that never really dies,
But warms us like the sunshine from above
And promises to never break the ties.


John H. Bidwell.