Grief Poem - Remembering

If we give up when snow is deep, we’ll miss rest of the year.

Can’t let the pains of one season steal memories that are dear.

Remembering you who’ve gone away, far off to silent land,

Somehow, some day we’ll understand, though we don’t clasp your hand.

You were my North, South, East and West, my noon, my talk, my song;

My working week, my Sunday rest; my Love you’re missed! You’re gone!

Recalling flowers at our feet and birds singing above;

Our prairie walks in the Springtime below God’s splendid love.

We play and smile and think of you, live life for all it’s meant

You’ve slipped away to the “next room” — memories are “heaven-sent.”

You’re out of sight, not out of mind; we “feel” you’re still quite near.

When our time comes, we’ll fly with Christ, His word to us is clear!

Another day, another chance; thank You, Lord, in advance.

Privileged to live, oh, we’re so blessed, as we await “entrance.”

Thanks for our friends with hugs or notes; they help to strengthen us!

Encourager – that’s our job, too; we do it and don’t fuss.

Oh, we still grieve but time moves on; we know that we were loved.

We suffer, yes, but we do know, you’re with our Lord above.

The gentle breeze blows through the leaves, showing enchanting “gloam.”

We’re free to dream and free to live, but soon we’re headed home.

Apr-2019 – © Prairie Winds

1 Thes5:11[NIV] “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.”