Grief Poem - Seasons Change
Last updated 9/4/2020 at 7:38am
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....