Today marks four years since the day my mother passed away. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her or laugh at some funny memory that bubbles to the surface. But with each smile, I still feel that pain of loss. It will never go away but it does get easier with time. This is the poem I wrote after she passed and it touches my heart as much now as it did when that pain was so fresh. I miss you, Mom. xx
You left us in the early hours,
so peacefully your spirit would roam.
Through a gentle wind and the rising sun,
the angels called you home.
A ladder was built for your journey to light,
each rung meant to make you content.
While bathed in the glowing light of rebirth,
you gracefully began your ascent.
Loving arms awaited you there,
curling you into their embrace.
Heaven welcomed an angel back home,
rejoicing her love and her grace.
You leave behind your spirit and joy,
in those who loved you each day.
While our days will be saddened by the emptiness we feel,
we know we will see you someday.
Jane Eleanore Nairn – May 21, 1940 – March 7, 2014