Time passes by, sometimes in a hurry,
Our thoughts, our family, but not to worry.
Sometimes you feel sad, happy, or all alone,
But not to worry, there’s a special home.
Our beliefs, our feelings, we keep within,
But it all comes out,when we think of him.
The way he laughed, his smile, his face,
But not to worry, there’s a better place.
He’s gone forever, you think, what to do?
But not to worry, he’s always with you.
He might be gone, but we’re always here,
We’ll share our love, and pass the fear.
Know he’s happy, know he’s free,
But not to worry, let it be.

Copyright © 2001 by Jesse Stoner. All rights reserved.

Comments (2)

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written by Joan Fuessel, February 09, 2008

The most beautiful poem I have ever read

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written by Carla Gregg, April 01, 2008

Thank you, Jesse. I sent your lovely poem across the world from Australia to Atlanta for the funeral of a cousin. It expresses exactly what I wanted to say to his mother and brothers. Blessings, Carla