The Wake
Sweet flowers surround a shiny box
That just seems way too dam small
To hold inside the spirit of an angel
Who heard good old St Peter’s call
There’s a picture of a young girl
And one of a smiling bride and groom
But pictures cannot take the place
Of all her memories in this room
Grief hangs among the tired clichés
As visitors just say things to fill the air
I keep expecting, maybe hoping some how
I’ll see her and Billy standing there
Tears taste like sweet salt brine
For two dear friends too soon I lost
Somehow I know I’ll get by for sure
Yet my sorrowed heart pays the cost
Love you
Selena
Marcia
I am so sorry for your loss; may God be with you and comfort you during this very sad time in your life! Too, too young; such a shame!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
You never know when it will hit you until it happens; I nearly was on my way to checking out last fall, but thank GOD He let me live longer! I appreciate life more now since getting sick; gotta' make the best of it while I still can! :)
Walt
God Bless
Georg
I'm sorry for your losses. :( You are in my prayers: powerfully emotive eulogy you pen in hearfelt lines.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Kathy
Love your face Cuz XOXO, Rose
Amber "V"
Love,
Susan
Edwin