Snowflakes gently falling
on a snow-covered grave
as mourners come to pay respect
in Woodbine where she lays
Preacher dressed in black
with the good book in his hand,
ministers to each of us -
helps me understand -
though she’s no longer with me,
it’s all part of His plan.
The message of the gospel
soothes the pain in my heart…
one day I’ll be with her again -
for a while we’ll be apart.
Unseen angels comfort me
yet tears stream down my face
as I hear whispered messages
of everlasting grace;
how beautiful is everything -
in life, in death and in this space.
“Smell the roses pastel pink –
sitting pretty on the spray…
Cheer up, now” – is what she’d say -
“It’s February 14th, Valentine’s Day!”
She lived her life with love and joy,
showing me, showing us,
showing everyone the way.
© Lorene Rogers Feb. 14, 2023
A "Beautiful" poem describing "everything" about losing her and what she meant!