A poem I wrote for my mom a few years ago after her passing. I enjoy the rhythm I felt at the end of it, and still feel when I read it. I hope it blesses someone who has walked through grief and needs a reminder of the cycles of life and Heaven.
You Were Not There
I heard a voice,
She had your tone.
I looked but found
I was alone.
She was not you
The hall was bare
I searched, then knew,
you were not there.
I saw a man
and woman grope
A limp and cane
which gave me hope,
A widow’s peak
The jet black hair,
I looked but saw
you were not there.
Alas it was
Another’s trial,
It could not be
Your vibrant smile
I will not see
Your face so fair
Nor eyes so kind,
you are not there.
Yes, you are missed
And mourned, by me.
And all I have,
a memory.
I know, though lost
to me for now.
You see the tears,
You know their swell.
You wait for me,
Without despair
Not in a grave,
Not in that chair
The pain and trial,
No more, your share
Death’s grip, its bind
No more can wear.
Your life arose,
He’s heard our prayer,
Now safe with Him,
You were not there!