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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #940508
I wrote this poem for an internet friend of mine after she lost her son last November.
My heart is breaking; half into.
It seems there’s nothing I can do.
Many have helped me, along the way,
I pray I'll make it from day to day.

I have often heard that time does heal,
through my distress, I’ve lost my will.
God can you help me; is my plea?
Why, Oh why, did this happen to me?

The grief seems more than I can bear.
Please God, sustain me, is my prayer.
In the comfort of your loving arms,
soothe my fears, and keep me from harm.

May your Angels keep me in all your ways,
and help me deal with these dark - filled days.
Bestow upon me your mercy and grace,
until that day when I see my son's face.

It is not meant for us to understand why,
we will know all in the sweet by and by.
My pain will then cease, I’ll understand all,
why you chose him, and he answered your call.

© Teresa Norwood-Hill

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