Friday, November 25, 2011

August 08, 2011

I took these to remember you, on the day I saw you lowered to the ground; the day I laid my rose onto the soil that covered you; the day I bid you farewell, in the little town I first knew you; the day I saw your physical frame for the last time; and for another, to remember you too.

This Song Reminds Me Of You

"MawMaw's Song" by Bart Millard

Seven years old upon my knees
On the third row pew, trying to see
My grandmamma sing In the Sweet By and By
It wasn't the sweetest soundin' thing
But there's somethin' about when grandmamma sang
That moved your feet, stirred something up inside

To see her grin from ear to ear
One thing for sure was very clear
This wasn't just a song
It was her life

In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore
In the sweet by and by
We shall meet on that beautiful shore

Now times have changed to say the least
My grandmamma's voice, a memory
Just like the old song said, she's on that shore
And she's looking down on me
I hope she's proud of what she sees
Cause thanks to her I'm walkin' with the Lord

Oh to hear her once again
Wrap herself around that hymn
Lord, if I could just go back once more


There's a land that is fairer than day
By faith we can see it afar
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there

Oh I can hear her singing along 

"Rest In Peace - August 04, 2011"

This Song

Today, I remember you once more.
I heard your voice in my head,
Saw the smiles you gave,
And my heart withstood no longer.

It is not the regrets,
For there are none.
It is the spot I glance at,
And every single time I look,
The place lies empty.
You are no longer,
Where I want or wish you to be.

This song reminds me of you.
I cannot listen to it, without thinking of you,
Or pouring my heart out
In drips of tears.

I miss you.
I miss your whimsical smiles.
The little things you tell me about you.
The stories you share.
I miss the "let-me-downs" you reveal.
The heartaches and pains you bear.
The quiet griefs you take on.
Even the anger spats you have.
I miss dearly the mischievous and humourous side of you.

I won't give anything to have you back here;
But I just want you to know I miss you.
I would like to have you here, of course,
And yet, to have you suffer would be selfishness on my part.
Thus, I let you go again.
Don't tell me not to cry,
Because I will.
I will weep and remember,
Until the ache lies dormant.

I see you in the blue skies;
In the songs, you linger.
I hear you in my heart;
Your smiles, in my memories, deeply carved.
Rest in peace, my dear one.
"In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore."

Saturday, August 06, 2011


I can't believe still you are gone.
Wake me up from this slumber;
And perhaps, just perhaps,
I will find 'twas a mere dream.
Yet, I awake every time,
To discover,
Your presence has fled the earth;
And I startle to life,
Only to weep my heart out,
At this strange event.
Real sleep comes, but rare;
I rove the world of words instead,
Searching for ways to write my soul,
And set free,
My bleeding heart.
I know you will tell me not cry;
I know you are happy at Home;
But I cannot dismiss,
Years of memories,
For a demise.

- requiescat in pace -