From toil to rest you heard the call
Farewell to changing weather
The clock lies broken; forever stalled
Now you roam in fields of heather
For: Winnie- RIP
Copyright © Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012
On Sunday March thirty two thousand fourteen, my sister
lost her grim battle to cancer, she was much younger than I;
nobody would believe that she fervently prayed while waiting to die...
who gave such strength to endure pain, if not her faith of believer?
I stood by her touching her forehead to offer some consolation...
she tried to smile, but was overcome by pangs of desperation.
If horrid fate had cut abruptly her life, prayers provided endless comfort;
and accepting death as a relief from suffering, she cherished that thought!
Farewell, Catherine...even the March gloomy sky cries
to express its ample sympathy for someone with moribund eyes!
A treasure you have left: gems that gleam as the eternal stars,
and each one of them reflects the gentle smile of your shining grace
that everyone saw when you opened those warm arms...
and by loving everyone, you taught us the meaning of an embrace!
Farewell, Catherine...find joy in that celestial place above the earth's sphere,
there happiness is heard through songs that praise glorious love, not fear!
We'll remember those delightful moments you shared with us...
when joy shone on a face that did not know the bitterness
of tears! Yes, they are imprinted on these weeping hearts
as the words of Virgil who commemorated the brave souls
that accomplished great things never forgotten by fleeing time...
isn't your story of indomitable courage for us to read and admire?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014
Such has passed:
her soft touch,
Such has passed:
the precious days
she was born
Such shall not pass:
from the One who
did raise our Lord,
“to raise all
who are yours”!
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2011
When shall I see you again?
When shall the vegetables in
The compound stop waving their hands to say goodbye to you?
When shall tears in my eyes dry of pains?
I have heard of Odenigbo wide laugh,
Yes, let him laugh at me, the gods made it to be so.
I have seen the stream roared in my presence,
Let them roar and cause, I won't be shaken.
Arusi iyi made it to be so and nothing I could do,
I have journeyed down to the hills and mountains
Of Ugoloma in search of you but I found nothing.
Am I the Only One that will cry heard of you?
Am I the only one that’s blind by love that bind sister and brother together?
The circles that go through my mind is kept for,
The truth that’s never found awaits your return,
The pain that starts again blindfolded what I used to be.
Am I the only one that fails to realise that life is but a mere journey of pains and sufferness which has no value?
Am the one that will see love and not grab it then I feels so dead inside And You suffered the nails of the bloody enemy whose face is hidden?
I want see you and hold your hands little sister,
I want to tell the story of Uma to the Ohafians!
When are you coming home, little sister?
The vegetable in the compound are waiting for your return, ogbonneya.
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2015
Standing 'round the stone
waiting to say goodbye,
how do you say the words
when your heart is empty.
Nothing can prepare you
for the pain of loss
when you lose someone so
close to you.
Waiting for the words
to come forward from
your lips, yet nothing
emerges past the pain.
Then you hear a soft
voice nearby saying
that which you
Copyright © Mickey Stroda | Year Posted 2007
Scalding tears,empty promises,the rejoinder of corruption.
Keep away from the fire, fruit tree, bureaucracy don't scratch your pen on the
Poison somebody's mind,my village has 800 souls.
The murderer boasts again and the fireman goes to an early grave.
I snuff a candle,knelt down and prayed,
......as the moon is beginning to wax.
Copyright © Teddy Dude | Year Posted 2007
Theresa Marie Hummingbird-Whitefox
This is how my dear departed sister wanted her name to be encased into her headstone.
For she always did love to watch and talk about her love of these beauty precious dear
Loving little birds and especially on how they had made those little humming-sound.
Through all my non-ending tears of sorrow, I now know and feel so very lost and so lonely.
It feels like my heart has broken into a darkness of an extinguishing flaming endless realm.
I really know that she did not want any tears to fall, for she dearly wanted for us all to remember her as the funny gal of NORTHERN, ALBERTA.
TILL WE MEET AGAIN.
T-heresa – tender loving beautiful sister enjoyed laughing
H-eartedly through an given subject of situation she
E-ndured all her life long, inviting, entertaining everyone her whole life long
R-eally no one still can’t believe she has left this earth so dear and soon
E-specially leaving us all so speechless and hurting beyond extremes
S-erenity will be hers now, for she will be wrapped in God’s loving arms
A-lways and forever in times and off into the distant future
We will all be together forever
Till The End Of Time.
Copyright © Eve T.M.C | Year Posted 2016
I send my prayers aloft,
that's about all I can do,
no matter what I did,
I couldn't have saved you.
I was the innocent child,
confused by your disdain,
I never knew the boundaries of
your deep emotional pain.
In my eyes you had it all,
our mother's looks, our father's brains,
but now I know how sharp the edge
between genius and insane.
Now you're gone, I feel your love
that I longed for as a child.
Too late, too late, alone again,
abandoned and exiled.
So let me just say thanks again,
for that final poison arrow,
the anguish is a part of me,
embedded in my marrow.
(Remembering my brother, who took his own life last May, on his Jan 2nd birthday.)
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
>Someone I know not who walked over my grave today
It started on my local BBC Radio
It really did you know.
A question was just asked it’s true.
What was the nicest thing ever said to you?
I did not have to think of an answer.
To this question asked on our local BBC radio.
The one that struck me off their Facebook page.
They really did, you know.
I shall not ring them up.
I will not tell them so.
As if I do, I really know.
My voice will sadly go.
I can write it down.
As none can see my tears flow.
I wish I had not heard that question.
I really do you know.
My sister Alma was dying.
She was younger than me.
She was only fifty-four.
Two years younger, you see.
When we were young times are hard.
To a children’s home was sent.
For three years, we were together.
Then to different foster homes were sent.
Of course, no one would tell me.
As separation, at the home was made.
And after a little while playing with her.
I was not allowed to play.
And that made us both afraid.
Then the seed was planted.
We had no related plaids.
It was through my sister’s insistence.
When, finally she was in a loving foster home.
She pestered her foster mother saying.
‘Who was that boy who played with me in the children’s home?’
Her persistence finally paid off.
Her foster mother did find me.
We had many happy years visiting.
At least, that’s what she said to me.
But the nicest thing she ever said.
Was, ‘Stanley, I am so pleased I found you.’
Then Cancer took Alma away you know.
Now I must stop as cannot see, as my tears oh so flow...<
Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016
from the minute you gave your soul
into the safe keeping of Jesus Christ
you went on to lead an upstanding,
productive and blessed life
from the moment you met and married your true love,
your husband Kenneth Reid
you reaped a bountiful harvest
and built a business with God's righteous seed
the enemy came upon you shooting arrows
from every angle and in every way
yet our Father God continued to shield you
and lift you up each and every day
you fought the good fight Debra
and now you can gracefully lay down your sword
for Father God has called you up heaven
to receive your just reward
so today we salute you Debra
for being a soldier in the army of God
and your memory will live on forever
embedded within our hearts
you've been a trooper and a true disciple
until the very end
and our love for you will never die,
Debra Reid Our Sister, Our Friend
Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2008