When it Rains

When it Rains

Raindrops fall, sweet tears from angels;
Grey skies hide the sunshine high.
One more sweet soul gains the Kingdom,
One more funeral draws nigh.

Standing still beneath the Heavens,
Families pause to ponder death
And life, and all our human emotions;
And wait until the final breath.

HOW CAN I HELP?

Every person experiences loss, at some point in their lifetime,

But we all react differently; there’s your way and mine.

Please don’t tell me how I should feel

Or give me a timeframe in which I should heal.

I don’t expect you to understand

I only ask that you hold my hand.

Help me through this process of grief;

Help me to find a source of relief.

Am I OK?

Am I Ok? Seems as if many ask this question. Define what really means ok? Will I ever feel about Life as I once did? Knowing that we never see our loved ones again, is hard especially when you feel life has been ripped into shreds. I know that for me, I had to struggle with my self and how I felt inside. I never had a strong enough shoulder to lean on or into.

I'd Rest

Now I lay me down to sleep
A glimpse of you is all I seek

I pray my dreams will see you there
For just one hug that we will share

If that were true I'd gladly rest
If that were true I'd be so blessed

Char