Grief Poem - It's Springtime

It's Springtime, Lord and we grow old; we don't know what to do.

Our helpers left, they were so good, but they flew off to You!

At Church last week, three empty seats, one ill, two flew above.

We're born to die, You'll call us home, we'll go "back home" in love.

Birthdays fly by, plus special days, dear ones sometimes leave gifts,

Given by friends to share their love, then they took off - "airlift"!

One Tuesday noon, we met for lunch, there was an empty seat.

A friend joined us, said lunch was paid; from "Ms." - lunch was "her" treat!

It seems this month that friends leave us; are we just growing old?

But young or old, when YOU call us, off we go where streets are gold.

We miss dear ones so very much; they helped us out a lot.

One dear one cleaned, did a great job, never left a gray spot.

It's Springtime now, we need some help, 'cause some of us grow old.

Our lawncare guy, he was the best; moved South, disliked "Spring Cold!"

Well, birthdays come and birthday go, we knew our "helpers" dates.

They'd laugh when we'd remember them, too young to be "classmates."

They all are missed, they all worked hard, they're gone, can't be replaced.

One gal moved South, she helped a lot, took logs to fireplace.

Some folks "flew off" - they're up above, bet they look down and smile.

They worked real hard - they're missed a lot, Hey! We're still here awhile.

But Father God, You know our needs, our helpers are with You.

They helped us with our many jobs, they've left us sad[1] and blue.

So, Springtime is a growing time, and birds are building nests.

We're cleaning house, cookies to bake, as we're expecting guests.

They're kin to those who've gone ahead, we'll celebrate this day!

For those of us, who're still down here, we'll take some time to pray.

Prairie Winds

[1] The Lord is close to the broken hearted; He rescues those whose spirits are crushed. Psalm 34:18