Grief Poem - Seasons Change

Seasons do change and so do we, as we walk the Grief Route.

We shuffle on but this we know; we're loved without a doubt.

"Time" marches on, we miss our mate, no matter 'time' of year;

What "e'er" his work, he did his best - to us he was most dear.

Grief knows no time - we're all unique, covered by God's great care.

Our hearts feel broke, but God is near, He's close as a quick prayer.

We're born to die; we'll go back "home," as soon as You, Lord, call.

We're here to work but when time's up, we'll skip o'er earthly wall.

Death dates sneak up, we get a shock, knocks wind ri...