Grief Poem - Endure All Things

The seasons change and so do we as we walk this grief route.

We shuffle on but this we know, we’re loved without a doubt. 

Some special things take place each day, right now we’re lonely, dear.

A “‘versarie’s”  near — this time of year, twill surely bring a tear.

We’re born to die; we’ll go back “home” as soon as You, Lord, call!

We’ve work to do but when time’s up, we’ll skip o’er earthly wall.

Death dates sneak up, you get a shock, knocks wind right out of you.

A picture near brings on a tear, our heart does ache, that’s true.

Enduring (1) love, our heart...