Poetry inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia

In the Spring.

I wrote this poem in 2012 on the 4th anniversery of my great grandmamma's death. She was 97 when she passed away to the next world and I enjoyed visiting her because she had all these amazing gadgets from a past century, and was filled with stories of WWI and WWII and her passing was sad for my whole family. Just a few weeks ago, a friend of the family also passed away and it was another one of those difficult moments in my life when I sat and asked, why. This poem is about Caspian who is thinking over the death of his beloved wife, and I decided to post it here. It is a poem about how even though the ones we love may be gone from us now, they are not gone forever :)

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In the Spring

The roses have bloomed in the garden
As they have done every spring,
Yet this year they seem different
For you are not here with me.

The garden is in full blossom,
The flowers have opened to the sun,
Yet all seems empty and forgotten
Now that you have gone.

It almost seems unfair
That everything has come alive,
Spring is all around me
Yet I feel winter inside.

I walk out into the garden,
I know in the castle I mustn't stay,
I should not entertain thoughts of grief,
I must try and make them go away.

I glance at rose bush
Covered with roses red
And as I look at it
Something in my heart said:

"Why grieve you in your soul?
Why do you morn and weep?
For you know she is not there,
You know she does not sleep.

"She has gone to the land
Where the sun will never set,
Where the flowers always bloom,
Where the air is always fresh,

"She dances upon the meadows,
She sings along with the wind,
She is happy in this land
That she must now live in

"Yet she is still with you,
You can feel her wherever you go,
Look around, she is everywhere
She always will be near, you know.

"You can hear her voice
Singing in the summer rain,
You can see her as she dances
Upon the  moonlight plain,

"You can see her face in every flower,
You can feel her touch in the wind,
Though she has gone away,
You still have her memory deep within,

"So do not groan inside you soul,
Wipe you eyes, do not weep,
For one day the time will come
When once again you will meet.

"On that day you will journey
To the land, where she abides
And you will look up her lovely face
And walk together side by side,

"Once in that land you never will
Be parted from each other.
You will live in Aslan's country
And forever be with one another.

"But until that day will come
Lift your face to the gentle breeze,
Understand, she is still with you
You can feel her presence in the spring."