Grief Poem - Seasons Change

The flowers bloom, then fade and die, about like humans do.

We’re born, we bloom, and hopefully, we choose to follow YOU.

Each living thing has a season, like worm to butterfly.

We’re not green leaves, turn orange and drop; we do our best — we try.

Parents, siblings, child, or our spouse, we’re all to travel on …

From dawn to dusk, they lived each day, till one day “they” moved on.

Inside our hearts, whatever day, our “aching” never ends.

Your leaving us left grief and tears, a wound that does not mend.

My joyfulness went with you, dear; my happiest times of all.

So many tears since I lost you...