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A Beginning- By Susan Borrowman
One day you wake up and realize you must have survived it because you are still
here, alive and breathing. But you don't remember the infinitely small steps and decisions you took to get there. Your only
awarenessis that you have shed miles of tears on what seems to be an endless road of sorrow. One day, one glorious day, you
wake up and feel your skin tingle again and you forget just for an instant that your heart is broken .. .and it is a beginning.
I know you're sad and are afraid
because I see your tears
I'll not be far, I promise that
And hope you'll always
know
That my spirit will be close to you
Wherever you may go
Thank you much for loving me
You know I love
you too
That why I could not say goodbye
As I end my life with you
So hold my heart just one more time
And
let me hear you say
Because you care so much for me
You'll let me go today.
Your soul has flown to heaven above
Where you dwell in endless love,
But we are left down here, forlorn.
For we who loved
you are now left
With arms and hearts so sore bereft
Of all the love you had to give.
We miss you every single
day---
Your smile and all your loving ways---
We wanted you to always live.
Although your life was much too
brief
And our hearts are filled with grief,
We're glad we had those precious years.
So we give thanks to God above
For sending you to us with love
And know someday He'll dry our tears.
For you still live, in heaven above,
And watch o'er us in constant love---
A love that never more will end.
And someday we will join you there
When
heaven's joys we, too, will share
Forevermore with you, dear friend!
Saralyn McAfee Smith
Missing You
I surround myself with
pictures
Some you made,
And some made of you
And I stretch across the wall of time
To touch you.
If I
could speak some magic words,
Would you return?
My ears play tricks--
Is that your laughter that I hear?
Your
smile, so bravely shining on my walls--
Could it not warm my countenance once more?
Your eyes, so bright,
Which
always glowed with pleasure--
Could they not gaze upon my own again?
But no, your lovely eyes are forfeit;
They
shine in others' faces now
And view a world
That is no longer yours.
And parts of you are scattered
Far and
wide
And bring new life to other mothers' sons.
And though I grieve,
I cherish, too, the thought
That part
of you lives on,
Though hidden far from me.
Saralyn McAfee Smith
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