There's a beautiful movie I love called, "Memoirs of a Geisha," and a line by the narrator goes like this: At the temple, there is a poem called loss carved into the stone, it has three words, but the poet has scratched them out...you cannot read loss, only feel it...
I've often thought how wise that statement is, but while flipping through a catalog I ran across two poems by Judith Bulock Morse that caught my eye.
How well do I remember, the special times we had
The times and seasons of my life
With a very special dad
How well do I remember
The day God called you home
You slipped into his loving arms, and I felt so all alone
Now my heart will carry memories
Of the love you gave to me
Until we meet again in heaven
Where the best is yet to be.
You Will Be Remembered
You will be remembered when the flowers bloom in spring
And in the summertime remembered
In the fun that summer brings
You will be remembered
When fall brings leaves of gold
In the wintertime remembered in the stories told
And you will be remembered, each day right from the start
For the memories that we once shared
Forever live within my heart
Thinking of you today, tomorrow and always Pop