I wanted to share this poem I wrote. I wrote this just after my mom went to Heaven. Now I am brushing off my shoes and standing straight. Time to move on.....thank you all who sent love, beautiful flowers and cards, those who came especially those who came from a distance even Matt & Kristi & Natalie Rose who drove thru the night. My family and I toasted with the family wine to the end of an era. Mom was the last and as her name suggests she was and still is the Rose we will always hold.in our hearts. Going Home She sits in her chair white sweater white hair Waiting waiting Nothing important now only memories flow Waiting waiting When will they come...today, tomorrow..when Waiting waiting Visits are few prayers are many When will they come No promises just thoughts Waiting waiting She feels a presence near her heart Whisperings of love and embracing Smiles of comfort gentle touches No one sees no one knows but she It is time, they have not come only he Hands clasped together missed for so long Waiting is done journey has ended Home is near..and so she dances They now are all here at home Happiness happiness
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 09:44:25 +0000
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