Love Will Survive
There must have been a time or two,
Though long ago it seems to be.
At least I thought our souls had meshed;
For this I know, we shared life's flesh.
No one would guess our shapeless bud,
Sprang from one's womb of love we bloomed.
If I had known that growing up
Meant loss of memories too tender
And sweet, I would have used the
Will God gave, to shield us from both
Harm and pain.
No matter what this life may bring,
We must hold fast to mom’s favorite phrase,
"Be Good to Your self"; then from some deep,
Dark place her love resides,
The calm and peace will surely rise.
Know this my brother,
Our love is strong, and now
She has gone; we are all we have.