vern eaker

(summer of 57 / Illinois U.S.A.)

Beloved hearts


When the time comes for loved ones to pass
Sorrows run deep, rethinking the past
What we could have or should have done
Before this loss of a beloved one

I can not believe they are actually dead
Things uncompleted things left unsaid
If only I could have known before
I wanted to do oh so much more

Now as they lay there forever at rest
Thoughts in my mind of all their best
Remembrance of a smile, a final kiss
Always shocked it ended like this

Memories of the happiest times
Colliding with the loss in our minds
Thinking I can’t go on I can’t survive
What would they say if still alive?

Would they want me to go on in sorrow?
Suffering through all my tomorrows
Wishing for me to live life in grief
I know better that’s not their belief

Nevermore to dwell on this doom
That I may know joy again soon
From this earth we all must part
We still live in your beloved heart

Submitted: Monday, January 26, 2009

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