I find my strength in memories, some which are good and some bad.
The nights we spent in prayer, including those which made us sad.
I watched your face grow older, it seemed to age so fast.
I sat and watched your breathing, up till your very last.
I know God had a plan for you, as he does for me.
It just seems hard to go on at times, when Iíd rather be with thee.
I know I canít be there right now, not until my plans complete.
But my heart is there with you right now, until we next shall meet.
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How sad this is Cheryl. Many grieving people would relate to that first line - "I find my strength in memories", because of course, in our memories, the loved one is still very much there. Your poem did leave me wondering who the loved one was. It brought a tear to my eye. With love, Deb
I to can relate to this scenario. God gives certain people stregnth to take on situations like this when others won't dare go through the door. I've see that God uses our heart to be able to help those when they are most in need. Not just with our family members but in relating even to the stranger. This is what discipleship in Christ is all about.