Still I hear those voices
From a time so long ago.
I see so many faces
But not the one I love and know.
I walk the same old streets,
Hear your footsteps just the same.
How I’d love to wake tomorrow
And walk with you once again.
Just to look into your eyes
And tell you about my day.
It’s those little things I miss
Since the day you went away.
I now pray to God in heaven
To keep you in his care,
To comfort you and heal this hurt
Until the day I meet you there.
I never saw your twinkling eyes Or touched your precious feet. I never shared a tiny yawn Or rocked you fast asleep. I never kissed
Victorian funeral poem by James Aldrich. A short funeral verse describing the passing from life into Paradise.
I have nightmares and can’t sleep. The loss of you is a wound so deep. My mind recorded the times we had. Knowing there will
If we are fortunate, we are given a warning. If not, there is only the sudden horror, the wrench of being torn apart; of being
