Traveling Poem by Yvette Sweet

In the wee hours of that winter’s mourning you set off upon your journey. Four generations yelled out your name as if we would bring you back but alas you could not hear our voices, as traveling was your task.


Casting off this life’s troubles and assorted woes, the Creator took your hand and guided you beyond the things we have yet to know. The Creator sent you here for just a fleeting moment for all of us to treasure and surely you will be missed.


People have many names for the moment we transcend this life but of all the words and phrases I have ever heard, “Traveling” is the best. Through the prism of your light we have known true love and we have all been blessed.


At this time sorrow consumes us all but deep inside we know that one day we too will put on our traveling shoes.


We pray that your light will be there to guide us along our journey; but until that day peace and blessing be upon you my beautiful traveler and may God, the ancestors, and the angels light your way.