To a grief you can’t describe.
A silence deep within your soul
Echoes down inside.
To remember can be painful
To share almost seems cruel
But among the hardest lessons
Lies the truth she taught to you.
To smile, when life seems hopeless
To laugh, when sadness comes
To feel the breath of God
In a gust of wind at dawn
To grasp every single minute
Loving all you can.
To appreciate life’s little joys
In the moment we have at hand
We Love You Emma
Michael's grandpa
That the good Lord ever made
A memory to carry with you
The warmth in which she gave
The little piece of heaven
That you held for too short a time
A gift from God, a messenger
An angel with wings that shine
A special place is where she is
A place that knows no pain
A place where she will play and laugh
‘Til she is with you once again
She’ll whisper to you softly
In your dreams, she’s safe and sound
With all the other children
In Heaven’s own playground.
by Kathleen Russell
September 1999