When dawn breaks every day
I think of you in heaven at play,
with god and our departed loved ones,
sitting on mom’s lap with cuddles far from done.
When I look up at the stars,
my heart burns bright fiery white scarred, remembering your smiling face, never now gone without a trace.
When slumber takes me every night
I pray now with all my might,
that your special mom will find the peace to create her life’s new lease.
When boysie calls your name,
I feel a strangling strain,
He’s too young to understand why,
Your daddy must sometimes cry.
I will honour your memory in time,
and make my purpose climb,
to help heal my heart,
and make your passing part of life’s art.
“Give your sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Simone Lowe Blanckenberg