when a flower sleeps at the end of its season,
a bird flies o’er or a cloud soars by, we assume
the flower will grow next spring, that another
cloud will soar by and the bird will come back
to perch on the limb of a maple or oak
but when we lose a love one to heaven, the
loss leaves us so empty, we wish to see their face
one more time but we know this not to be, though
deep in our hearts and in our minds, we keep them
alive, hold onto the memory of their smile
we must shed tears from the depth of our soul,
not lose sight of their face, remembering their
gentle touch, how smooth and soft their skin, waft
of their hair, how deeply we loved and our hearts
feeling the beat of each other’s in a warm embrace.
This is dedicated to the nine who lost their lives in
the tragic helicopter crash, to the Bryant family,
to Kobe and Gianna and, also, in memory of those
who were also in the helicopter and tragically
lost their lives.
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