Mourning

A poem to a good friend, a lovely woman, hopefully to help ease her sorrow.

A wreath, a flower, some final words
A keepsake of familiar clues
A speech about a good life lived
Pictures of moments long since past

We languish in the past
Deeds like cobwebs in the mind
We dust them off
Visiting one more time

Such a safe place to be
Secrets kept for too many years
Bonded by sacred trust
Memories of a personal nature

Now what do we do
How do we move on?
Who will fill this empty void?
No more script to act out

If only it had been me
My life so trifle to compare
No one can understand
The pain of them instead of me

Time starts its trek forward
So methodical a snail’s march
Until the day the sun returns
The bird’s chorus suddenly breaks through

The memories become clear recollection
The déjà vu met with a smile
A calm and peace in remembrance
Knowing we will meet again

Beyond

Inspired by Suzan and the Dunlap family forever remembered