I sat and watched you draw your last breath,

Dear Mother -A fragile whisper lost in a fading glow,

5 months and 7 days later with daddy’s hand in mine,

I faced his death, in silent anguish, in tears and screams of anger.

my heart laid bare by your deaths, now  in woe that is not healed or whole

 

Your pulse, and his raced, a fleeting, frantic drum,

like echoes of a storm that bids farewell,

in nine long years, I have danced with these, your shadows’ numb,

each moment etched in grief, a silent bell, yet loudly it tolls

 

Yet through the pain, a hope begins to rise,

Salvation’s light, a flicker in the dark,

In Jesus’ name, my spirit’s plea complies,

To find release, to heal this weary heart

 

Though time stands still, and love may feel like loss,

In faith, I trust; through Him, we shall meet again soon