Lin Lane Poet Rhyme

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When Voices Sing

I hear sweet gentle voices calling
Sweet melody barely reaches my ear
I see their piteous teardrops falling
when they draw closer, ever near.

Soft dulcet tones are being sung
In blending harmony of a choir.
From each delicate velvet tongue
I feel my soul warming with fire.

The voice of my grandchildren sings.
He squeezes my cold wrinkled hands.
What comfort and love to me he brings,
"Loved one, please try to understand...

I would never leave you if I had my say.
Although my mind is still crystal clear,
My body is telling me it dare not stay.
Goodbye to you, my love, my little dear."

I need to heed death's fervent call.
My time with you is running short.
As one last teardrop threatens to fall
Fare thee well, my weakening heart.

No more pleasant voices will I hear.
I'll be at peace in darkness sleeping.
There'll be nothing more for me to fear
I'll soon be cradled in His safe keeping.

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Sarita Milliner November 22, 2015 at 10:49 AM Cherished memories coupled with the acceptance of a glorious after-life. Beautifully written!! Lin Lane November 22, 2015 at 12:25 PM Thank you, dear Sarita. next time you come to visit so many of my poems, pack a bag and stay with me. Every time you visit and leave such sweet messages, you make me smile. ((Sarita))

Connie Marcum Wong November 21, 2015 at 7:50 PM This poem is so beautifully written with the sadness of having to leave sweet grandchildren behind. That would be my biggest regret to leave my grandchildren who need me. A lovely soul searching poem that shines a light on hope and faith! Lin Lane November 21, 2015 at 7:54 PM Thank you, Connie. Without hope and faith, what have we? My grandson is just a babe, but since he's the first I know what you mean. Aren't they something?

Emile Pinet November 20, 2015 at 10:26 AM Sad sentiments, and a graceful approach to the ending of life and the acceptance of death, with the assurance of faith and belief in God. Death is not a barrier to love, it's merely an inconvenience, when you have faith. Emile. #7 Lin Lane November 20, 2015 at 10:32 AM Thank you, Emile. Death is sad, but the assurance of faith and belief in God gives us hope. "An inconvenience," how very true.