He Lived Poem by John F. McCullagh

He Lived
So long she was disconsolate,
her only son was gone.
Years had passed and still she mourned,
while everyone else moved on.
Pictures in an album
brought pain as she recalled,
still, gradually she took solace
from the fact he'd lived at all.
We all bear psychic scars
from those we've loved, then lost.
It's the burden of existence
and we all must pay the cost.
She hopes, upon an astral plan,
to meet him face to face.
A place where sorrow turns to joy
and all tears are erased.