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Daughter, once I thought I lost you.
So completely did I sorrow,
No light of hope could find my heart;
No vision of tomorrow.
In my grief, I only saw your loss,
The space where you had been.
When all the while, you were right here,
In a safer place within.
Now, you will never sorrow again,
For only love survives.
Within my heart your memory dwells
And shines out through my eyes.
The legacy of love you left
We will strive to carry on.
As long as I live, I’ll remember you,
And you will not be gone.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1998 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
For just a moment
I’m sure I saw
a flicker of light ahead.
Perhaps it was your smile.
Though past now, remembered,
in my heart
like the small sound of
a butterfly passing by.
No night
is so dark
that can not be brightened
with memories of you.
Raindrops carry along
your blessings from heaven
to wash away my tears
and bring me hope anew.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1995 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
He has journeyed through life on the swiftest of wings
He has never looked back, not one to dwell on things
Living life on the edge, his days always filled with fun
There weren't too many things that he hadn't already done
Laughing eyes, alive and bright, filled with stories to be told
You could drown in his hypnotic gaze, the window to his soul
His courage and strength spoke volumes, through anecdotal quips
While a mischievous grin played at the corners of his lips
With compassion in his veins, like a river running deep
And gentleness his demeanor, which he shall forever keep
He was startlingly handsome, but his insides held the key
For it was beauty from within, that made him friend to many
Yet one day he left, without a backward glance he was gone
No fond farewells, last goodbyes, to warn of heartache to come
But forever lives his heart, a heart that has never ever lied
A heart that still holds, a love that can never really die
He has paved the way, blazed a path, that we have yet to follow
His colorful journey has far from ended, for life is not that shallow
He is locked away safe in our hearts; we have thrown away the key
For now memories are more priceless than anything can ever be
Copyright © 2001 Sharon Dias. All rights reserved.
Our bodies die
but our souls go on forever.
We will go on with our lives
but you will never be forgotten.
A place in my heart you will always be
in my dreams it's you I see.
It's hard to sleep, hard to believe
it seems as you though you should be here with me.
Not long ago I saw you
now all I want is to see you once more
With all this now my heart is sore.
Our bodies die
but our souls go on forever
and we will go on with our lives
but you will never be forgotten.
You were athletic, smart and so much more
and we will shout your name with a roar we will miss,
we will always love you always and forever, forever more.
Copyright © 2003 Cherry. All rights reserved.
About the Author: This poem was about my 16-year-old cousin who recently died and I want him to know that I am thinking of him all the time and I love him so very much.
I want to play and soar and dream.
Fly above the fields until I am free.
No pain, no sorrow and no fear,
Can touch me now that I am here.
Breathe in the breeze and feel the sun,
Across my face, I run and run!!!
I play and laugh among the trees.
Alive! Alive! I breathe! I breathe!
With legs so strong, I run so fast;
The world just smiles as I go past.
Sweet laughter bubbles up inside,
For freedom long denied, denied.
No tears, no pain, remembered here,
I’ve been released from all my fears,
To run and laugh until the day
When all bad things have passed away.
About the author: Brenda Penepent, LPN, Executive Director of Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents, Russellville, Arkansas Chapter.
Copyright © 1995 by Brenda Penepent. All rights reserved.
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