| A poem to help a loved ones loss
Posted: 22-Feb-2002, 10:02 PM
Realm: Boston, MA
Ran across this the other day while going through some old files. I have seen this poem in parts, in newspapers and memorials, but I believe this is the full poem that was forwarded to me after a teenagers suicide.
My wife and I gave this to a mother of a daughter who was killed in a high speed chase, to an elderly woman upon the death of a dear friend and a few others over the years.
I think the response from one person sums up the effect this poem can have. The next day she said, "I feel so much better today and I think it is because of that poem you gave me."
Don?t grieve for me, for now I?m free
I?m following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard him call
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My Life?s been full, I savored much.
Good friends, good times, a loved one?s
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don?t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me
God wanted me now, He set me free.
Posted: 22-Feb-2002, 10:16 PM
Group: Celtic Nation
Realm: New Jersey USA
I think someone might have shown this poem to me at one time. It is really a good one.
This is a poem I wrote about my son Jon.
"wheelchairs in heaven"
My special son Jonathan,
Was an unbelievable surprise.
Two and half pounds of joy that day,
Worry and heartbreak were the prize,
The challenges of his life,
had constant flows of emotions.
With daily obstacles and setbacks,
nineteen years of devotion.
We had shiny titanium wheelchairs,
and words materializing from our hands,
The realistic gaps in his world,
were constant issues to understand.
I see him walking into the room,
And the sound of his voice,
It haunts me in my dreams,
never saying goodbye never having the choice.
I pray there?s a place in heaven,
The crowd lets out a roar.
Jonathan flies around third,
And slides home to score.
? there are no wheelchairs in heaven?
Thanks for posting your poem.
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