Cheer that blossomed within our hearts,
stirred by your presence at each day’s start,
yearns to wilt when you depart.
But our song will sing again, tomorrow.
The smiles that pierced through saddened guise,
the rays which conquered thundered skies,
they ache to dim neath heaven’s cries.
But the sun will rise again, tomorrow.
For many years our lives you blessed,
but the hour has come for you to rest,
to soar upon hills on golden crest.
So have no fear, tomorrow.
For on that day, I know we shall meet again.
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Dedicated to Pam, in memory of Sammy ♥
Categories: All Poetry, Death & Loss, Poetry by Phoebe
Hello, doc!
Is it tomorrow we shall meet?
hugs chris
This was so beautiful. I enjoyed reading so much 😊😊
Thank you; I appreciate it. 🙂
Lovely poem. I like the image. Did you do it?