Joy's poem
Joy's poem
This was written by my cousin, Joy, who died recently. She wrote it for her beautiful daughters, when it was clear that her illness was terminal. It was read out for the first time at her funeral.
To My Children
Often when we've disagreed I've
softly kissed your foreheads
as you sleep.
The bothers of the day
discarded like your crumpled clothes
upon the floor.
The upturned box of books and pens
and plate of crumbs
now make me smile.
No longer do I chide, but tell
unhearing ears the truth:
You are so beautiful.
Many things remain unheard,
unsaid. Too fragile for the daylight
where they fade.
I know the day that spans
my life is at an end, my turn
has come, to sleep.
And as the day is stripped
away, you'll wish I'd wake just once
to hear you say
The unsaid words that underlie
our every deed, because we love.
I understand.
I have already heard your silent
words, and hope, my sweetest loves,
that you heard mine.
To My Children
Often when we've disagreed I've
softly kissed your foreheads
as you sleep.
The bothers of the day
discarded like your crumpled clothes
upon the floor.
The upturned box of books and pens
and plate of crumbs
now make me smile.
No longer do I chide, but tell
unhearing ears the truth:
You are so beautiful.
Many things remain unheard,
unsaid. Too fragile for the daylight
where they fade.
I know the day that spans
my life is at an end, my turn
has come, to sleep.
And as the day is stripped
away, you'll wish I'd wake just once
to hear you say
The unsaid words that underlie
our every deed, because we love.
I understand.
I have already heard your silent
words, and hope, my sweetest loves,
that you heard mine.
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It is such a fabulous gift Joy left for her Children, a peice of her soul, to give her Family comfort and help ease the pain of her passing.
Thank you for sharing this here Diane.
(((((((HUGS))))))
Thank you for sharing this here Diane.
(((((((HUGS))))))
ALI
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Re: Joy's poem
Diane shared a poem by her late cousin:
>To My Children . . .
A very touching, very powerful piece of writing. Remarkable, talented and courageous lady. Thank you, Diane.
Geoffrey
>To My Children . . .
A very touching, very powerful piece of writing. Remarkable, talented and courageous lady. Thank you, Diane.
Geoffrey
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