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To have loved one, then lost,
is still better than to have never been so blessed.
To have been enriched by one's cheerfulness,
their memory lingers on.
Their hopes and ideals in the crevices of your mind,
their wisdom is there when you need it.
Whatever was good and noble within your loved one,
they still live through you.
May their life have had purpose and meaning
by keeping their good seed alive.
Only then can we truly say,
"In Loving Memory."
Copyright © 2002 Joyce C. Lock. All rights reserved.
This is a poem written in memory of Justin Boos who was killed May 2003 in a motorcycle accident. Justin and I were friends for a long time and the word of his death came as a shock to me, because I had seen him just two hours before that.
This is a poem dedicated to a good friend of mine, Justin, who was killed 5/6/2003 in a motorcycle accident at the age of 18.
I find an old photograph
and see your smile.
As I feel your presence anew,
I am filled with warmth
and my heart remembers love.
I read an old card
sent many years ago
during a time of turmoil and confusion.
The soothing words written then
still caress my spirit
and bring me peace.
I remember who you used to be
the laughter we shared
and wonder what you have become.
Where are you now,
Where did you go,
When the body is left behind
and the spirit is released to fly?
Perhaps you are the morning bird
singing joyfully at sunrise,
or the butterfly that dances
so carelessly on the breeze
or the rainbow of colors
that brightens a stormy sky
or the fingers of afternoon mist
delicately reaching over the mountains
or the final few rays of the setting sun
lighting up the skies
edging the clouds with a magical glow.
I miss your being
but I feel your presence,
In whatever form you choose to take,
however you now choose to be.
Your spirit has become for me
a guardian angel on high
guiding, advising, and watching over me.
I remember you.
You are with me
and I am not afraid.
Copyright © 1996 Kirsti A. Dyer, MD, MS. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for a co-worker of mine whose 8 year old son just passed away on December 21, 2007.
Jacob's Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep, I know my soul you'll surely keep and if I die before I wake, I pray dear Lord my body you'll take. I pray that you will keep my mommy and daddy strong, let them know that Heaven is where I belong. I pray that you watch over my brother and sisters with care and know in spirit I am always there. I pray for those nurses and doctors who take care of me when I was ill and know Lord that it was you that gave them the skill. I pray now that I can finally rest because in your arms is where I will sleep best. Amen.
Copyright © 2007 Tamara Pighet. All rights reserved.
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