Grief Poem - Seasons Change

The flowers bloom, then fade and die, about like humans do.

We’re born, we bloom, and hopefully, we choose to follow YOU.

Each living thing has a season, like worm to butterfly.

We’re not green leaves, turn orange and drop; we do our best — we try.

Parents, siblings, child, or our spouse, we’re all to travel on …

From dawn to dusk, they lived each day, till one day “they” moved on.

Inside our hearts, whatever day, our “aching” never ends.

Your leaving us left grief and tears, a wound that does not mend.

My joyfulness went with you, dear; my happiest times of all.

So many tears since I lost you, and more persist to fall.

Several dear friends, they share with me, a date that’s kind of hard;

We wish that “you,” dear ones, to us, could send us each a card!

Do you look down while we “buzz” ‘round, to see the things we do?

As season pass, we think of you, our soul, it lives with you.

You’ve only gone ahead of us; you’ve not left us behind.

Although we can’t be with you now; you’re always in our mind. now

As seasons change, the day will come — we’ll meet on Heavens shore.

We’ll walk again, yes, holding hands, “coupled” for evermore.

Aug. 2020 — Prairie Winds.