We find ourselves the other side of words,
Where time stands still and all else seems to cease
Except the painful sounds of grief are heard
Then slowly fade away to gentle peace,
A peace that can remember how to laugh
At memories of happy days gone by;
A peace that leads us down a different path,
A journey shared within the tears we cry.
The silent words within our heart reveal
The legacy of love now left behind,
And as our wounded hearts begin to heal
In time, I know, each one of us will find
The imprint of a life of giving,
The imprint of a life worth living.
Poiema 