In Loving Memory Of our daughter Sarah K Murphy died 02/10/2001
Sarah
Through the fallen years and many tears
I have wept and heard the echoes of your essence
In the passage of my dreams
In silence there is solitude
I find solace in the rain
My heart has yearned to hold you tight
To breathe your essence
To be there in your presence For just one moment
To linger by the moonlight And wonder where you are
Are you standing in the shadows Watching me from afar
Sometimes I hear your whispers
And I am hollow in my heart Within the tears there is no fear
For when I sleep I feel you near
For in the midst of twilight
Even though you are not here beside us
My feelings dwell, for you Our darling little girl
Loosing a child is one of the hardest things that any parent can endured or face.The wounds may never heal and their memories,the good memories of their son or daughter will last forever in a parent's consciousness.This is a tearful tribute to your daughter Sarah that was beautifully written.God Bless you
Beautiful poem of course, but such sadness, and I must admit...I'm still barely able to breathe....I too have lost a child...two; and we each have our own way of dealing.... writing and giving tribute to Sarah is effort well spent...and appreciated by others. lindalaw
This is so..I can't find the right words to describe it, I could say beautiful poem, which it is. But the pain of losing a child no words can be found.
May God Bless You.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Edwin
This is so..I can't find the right words to describe it, I could say beautiful poem, which it is. But the pain of losing a child no words can be found.
May God Bless You.
Mary
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