We hear your soft voice on a warm summer breeze
Whispering our names with the rustling of leaves
We see you soaring high above the tallest pine
Your wings reaching out to all you’ve left behind
We look for the pictures you paint in the sky
The proof that you’re here, you haven’t said good-bye.
We miss you so much our hearts still in pain
That even the sunniest days feel like the rain
There will be a day when we’ll all be together
That will be when our pain turns to pleasure
The sorrow will be lifted our arms spread a mile
When you meet us at the gate with your beautiful smile
But for now we’ll continue, each day seeming senseless
Like a clock on the wall, with no hands time is endless.
by Irene Conklin
For my father-in-law
Through a meadow, high upon a hill
Stands a lonely willow tree
Its branches hang in solitude
Of the one whose soul soars free
The willow can’t imagine life without his
friend
How lonely he will be without his gentle hand
See the willow and his friend have never been
apart
And now the willow’s dying of an empty broken
heart
Late at night I listen, through the meadow if
it’s still
I can hear that willow weeping high upon the
hill.
by
Irene Conklin
Your time was too soon sweet Jason please
wait
There are so many things that we wanted to
say.
How proud we are of what you’ve become,
If only to hold you once more my son.
Our hearts they ache, the pain is so great
God why did you take him, why couldn’t it
wait.
So young and so full of what life’s all about
This child of ours we must now live without.
They lined up for miles and they all said
goodbye
But for us it’s too painful, we’re still
asking why?
A son, a brother, a friend to all
To serve and protect he lived by the law.
“It was my time and that you must see,
When God called, well, he needed me”
“To serve and protect is what I shall do,
each night as you sleep I’ll watch over you”
“Hold back the tears of pain that you cry,
don’t ask the questions how or why”
“Just know that I love you with each passing
day,
your guardian angel, to help guide your way."
A son, a brother a friend to all.
by Irene Conklin