Shall I wither and fall like an autumn leaf,
From this deep sorrow — from this painful grief?
How can I go on or find a way to be strong?
Will I ever again enjoy life's sweet song?Sometimes a warm memory sheds light in the dark
And eases the pain like the song of a Meadow Lark.
Then it flits away on silent wings and I'm alone;
Hungering for more of the light it had shone.Shall grief's bitter cold sadness consume me,
Like a winter storm on the vast angry sea?
How can I fill the void and deep desperate need
To replant my heart with hope's lovely seed?Then I look at a photo of your playful smiling face
And for a moment I escape to a serene happy place;
Remembering the laughter and all you would do,
Cherishing the honest, caring, loving spirit of you.Shall summer's warm brilliant sun bring new light,
And free my anguished mind of its terrible plight?
Will its gentle breezes chase grief's dark clouds away,
And show me a clear path towards a better day?When I visit the grave where you lie in eternal peace,
I know that death and heaven brought you release;
I try to envision your joy on that shore across the sea,
And, until I join you, that'll have to be enough for me.Love you cameron❤
nofearkillion And life goes on❤
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Letters To The Dead.
PoetryIn Memory Of The Dead. * * * con·do·lence /kənˈdōləns/ noun an expression of sympathy, especially on the occasion of a death.