A reflection pool Of April showers Collects in our hands Part yours, part ours Yet, it’s hard to hold As time, as gravity Naturally slips From fingertips Drop by drop Gone but not forgotten As each, as every drop Nourishes, encourages The budding of May flowers
Some days are stained By the dried tears Of weary souls With broken hearts Who dared to see Through dust and rubble The sunrise On the other side
Forget me not For I am all around Don’t you see the blue flowers Growing from the ground? Don’t you hear the birds Welcoming spring? That’s a gift for you I gladly bring Don’t you feel the sun’s Soothing touch Especially when You’re missing me so much? Don’t you keep my memory In your heart,… Read More Forget Me Not
Though you are gone I know you’re here You made the rain end And blue skies appear You sent the birds to sing Just for me The first blooms of spring You meant for me to see You tickled the windchimes To say hello Just as you said goodbye Those many years ago But the… Read More To Me, From You
Memories live Outside of time With each heartbeat They remain alive Existing still Though you’ve moved on To a better place From this world you’ve gone Still you and I remain Intertwined I keep you near my heart In a monogram design
Tears have soaked into the ground and quenched the thirst that grief had found; The clouds have faded melted by sunrays that light the gloom of darker days; Brightening the gray where memory buds hide to a pastel glow where you bloom and survive; As a melody the songbirds sing under a rainbow promising the renewal… Read More Renewal
There’s an angel On my tree My Joshua You’ll always be; Greatly missed And deeply remembered …Always… Not just in December; In my heart I’ll carry you This holiday And the whole year through
Some days are cold and gray Damp and dark, they fade away Without notice; Until replaced by Bright yellow and soft petals. Mixed drops of water From angry clouds and sad eyes Free fall; Evaporating to reveal Bright yellow and soft petals. At the close of each day As your memory seeps further away From… Read More Bright Yellow and Soft Petals
Up atop a rocky mound, What thoughts, may you have found? Visiting the land so green, Oh, the sights you must have seen. Carved Celtic stones Housing ancient bones; Rolling countryside Where sheep abide; When they are shorn Intricate sweaters be worn; By your ancestors, old and new. The light filters down Where you are… Read More Ireland’s Rose
A stone laying dedication ceremony for deceased children is an event at which my naive self never imagined I would attend. Yet, unknown twists and turns we all navigate through our lives became manifest, and following life’s winding path, it had led to this exact place on an early autumn Sunday. The typically clear, crisp… Read More Nature Also Grieved
Jessica M. Collette 
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