Spring is here my courageous one
You'll get to bask in the setting sun
With skies of blue and fields of green
The likes of which you've never seen
No more sadness, fear or pain
Your shortened life was not in vain
You fought the battle and you won
You'll rest your feet when day is done
You'll smile and laugh as you've always done
For spring is here my courageous one.
With nothing but distance between you and I
Earth below me, stars up above
Your name on this stone
My heart breaks with love
My thoughts drift away
With the birds in flight
This grey, cold November
No warmth in sight
As my eyes grow heavy
My thoughts fade away
You are here in my heart
At the end of the day
Poem by: Kathleen Prue
When my long journey is over, send me home
To the streets where as a child I roamed
Where I rode my bike, where I learned and I grew
Where I rolled in green grass on a sunny afternoon
Visit the park where I laughed and had fun
Where I spent summers nights chasing lightening bugs
Crunching leaves as they fell, through brisk autumn days
See the pond where I skated, with the ice beneath my blades
Spinning slowly, gliding smoothly on a cold December day
In the Spring see the buds, smell the fresh dirt of the earth
As the sun shines bright on flowers in the courtyard, near my church.
Hear the music echo softly up Walnut Hill and through the trees
Past the place where I was born, as it's carried on the breeze
Then lie me down to rest
Near the one who kept me safe, loved me most and knew me best.
Winter seems to last the longest.
The frozen ground, the falling snow and the bitter cold cannot chase me away.
I brush aside the fallen leaves, clumped and twisted, nestled down to cover your stone.
I lay these flowers tenderly, their bright colors against the stark background of a fall forgotten.
The thought of you alone in the snow covered distance forms a lump in my throat, and an aching in my heart.
A bitter chill hangs in the air, and the wind whips at my back as I turn away.
Spring is coming young one.
I will remember you when the first buds appear on the trees, and when golden rays of sunshine pierce the bluest skies to shine upon your grave.
By: Kathleen Prue
Death may have silenced your voice, but I can hear you as you speak a thousand words
I hear them in the quiet of the day
And I feel them with every breath of spring that fills my lungs
Each breeze that ripples a flag, or scatters a dandilion
Leaves its gentle trace
A lifetime of goodness and faithfulness
Your kindness lingers ever near
You are not forgotten
Your good deeds echo through this world and continue on their path
Poem by Kathleen Prue
Someday, when I'm gone,
I hope you'll remember me on my best days
I hope you'll remember when we laughed, shared a joke and smiled.
I hope you'll remember me loving you fiercely, and hugging you tightly
Letting you go just enough to respect you as a full grown person
But holding on enough to always be there for you
I hope you'll remember me wishing the best for you and wanting to help you
Trying so hard to step back, to let you find your way and solve your own challenges
But wanting to take away the pain
I hope you'll remember me feeling so proud
And loving you so strong
Someday when I'm gone, I hope you'll keep me with you
I hope you'll take me along with you
Wherever your journey through life takes you
Someday when I'm gone, I hope you'll remember that I've always been by your side
And that I still am
Someday when I'm gone, if you can remember how much I've loved you
I'll never truly be gone.
The moment that you drive away,
My heart aches for you to stay for just one more hour, one more laugh, one more memory made.
The ticking of the clock, and my beating heart, shatter the deafening silence of the space you have left.
I fight back tears as I take in this emptiness, and remind myself to breathe.
I sit frozen in the quiet gentleness of the day, as time marches forward, relentless in its pursuit of nightfall.
I walk from room to room, searching for the happiness you have left behind, hanging in the air.
All I can find is your ghost.
My heart is now full, but my home empty.
Gratitude overwhelms my soul. I am grateful for the moments, the photos, the memories.
I will wrap them all around me, in a warm blanket of love, until the next time I see you, hug you, laugh with you.
But this moment is still too raw for my heart to do that.
In this moment, I cling to your presence, I feel the pain of letting you go.
Just as much as I did when you were little, and three hours away from you seemed like an eternity.
When watching you climb the steps of the school bus, taking a piece of my heart with you, felt like a scraped knee.
Tender to the touch, but I knew it would heal, in time.
Now, I will tend to my wound until it heals on some brighter day.
I will place one more box of memories on the shelf, in my mind.
I will love you fiercely, and miss you more, until you are home again.
Spring is here my courageous one You'll get to bask in the setting sun With skies of blue and fields of green The likes of which you...
