#sayinggoodbye

SAYING GOODBYE

They each had their moment alone with her…

wondering why it was her time to die…

They each took that moment to thank her…

to remember…and say goodbye

 

“You were a wonderful friend.” she whispered

as a tear fell from her eye,

“and I will visit your memories often

Goodbye, my friend…goodbye.”

 

“You were a wonderful Grandma.” he whispered

as a tear fell from his eye,

“I will never ever forget you…

Goodbye, Grandma…goodbye.”

 

“You were a wonderful mother.” she whispered

as a tear fell from her eye,

“You gave me life and taught me how to love…

Goodbye, Mom…goodbye.”

 

“You were a wonderful wife.” he whispered

as a tear fell from his eye,

“My heart will forever be your heart…

Goodbye, my love…goodbye.”

 

They sat together holding hands

as her coffin went floating by…

each one realizing they began to miss her…

 

the moment they said goodbye.


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A BABY AT THE FUNERAL

Frances’s funeral was yesterday….

she died a week ago

Her funeral was the first step…

the beginning of letting go…

 

The moment we all realize…like a gentle summer breeze

Frances made us smile for a short while…

and now we’re left with memories.

 

There was a baby at the funeral…

Oh, how Frances loved a baby’s charms…

I wonder: Did she see the baby nestled there…

within her mother’s arms?

 

There is a lot I didn’t know about Frances…

so much of her life I had not seen…

She lived 87 years…I’ve only known her 17.

 

But it only takes a moment, I believe,…

to know if someone is honest and gentle and kind…

The baby got a little fussy and I had to smile…

for I knew Frances wouldn’t mind.

 

It was a beautiful service…

filled with scriptures, tributes and songs

But a baby knows not of funerals…

and to her it ran a little long…

 

She began to cry a little louder…

her sobs breaking the silence and solemnity…

But I didn’t mind this in the least…

Her cries were like a hymn to me.

 

I thought the moment she started crying…

the service was improved

because all of us who knew of Frances…

knew she would approve.

 

There is a lot we don’t understand about life and death…

It is a blessing we don’t know everything…

Perhaps a baby crying…

is how the angels sing…

 

If that’s the case isn’t it nice to think…

in the innocence of a baby’s cry…

The angels were welcoming Frances to heaven…

as we all said goodbye.

 

 

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