Joanna Daniel Poet Rhyme

Death of a Loved One

Ten years ago, my cousin died, 
     He was too young to go, 
We all were sad, oh how we cried! 
     But in our hearts, we know, 

His soul lives on in heaven sweet, 
     We will see him one day, 
Yes, he'll be there when Christ we meet, 
      Welcoming us to stay. 

We do not grieve his life or soul, 
      We grieve his shortened time, 
If death had not taken its toll, 
      He would have lived his prime, 

Yet, we accept God's will to darn
      his tapestry with death, 
With His purpose, He weaved his yarn
      till his very last breath, 

Our grief is intertwined with hope, 
      Knitted with strong belief, 
Some day, we'll see him laugh, not mope, 
      and that gives us relief. 

God's design is unclear in parts, 
      One day, we'll understand, 
he's missed, but lives on in our hearts, 
       till we reach Heaven's strand. 




30th March 2023


For US' contest

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Andrea Dietrich April 2, 2023 at 4:25 PM wonderful and comforting, AND so true, dear.

Alexis Y. April 2, 2023 at 6:09 AM Hi Jo, You wrote so well about a difficult subject. One's faith can cause one to look a loved one passing as not the end. You described that instance. As always your faith shined bright in this write-Alexis

Valsa George April 2, 2023 at 5:36 AM I too have a similar story to tell. My first cousin at the age of 21 died in an accident years ago. We grieve his death, yet hope and comfort ourselves that he is in Heaven ! This thought alone helps us to reconcile with our loss of dear ones.

Ryan Gayagay April 1, 2023 at 7:37 PM "We do not grieve his life or soul, / We grieve his shortened time, / If death had not taken its toll, / He would have lived his prime." Reminds me of one of my older brothers who died at age 24. Well-crafted poem. Thank you, dear Friend.

Eve Roper April 1, 2023 at 7:25 PM It’s so nice that we can have a place to go When it’s time for a live to depart. Nicely written, enjoyed reading. I’m so sorry for your loss. Blessings, dear friend.