I can’t believe I got pics of Grandma with J and with L, but not with S last time we saw her. Sad.
The poem my grandpa picked for the back of the funeral program for my grandma:
The next time I hold your hand
S.N.Paul
The next time I hold your hand, we’ll be in heaven,
But Heaven seems so far away.
You flew with angel’s wings back home,
And rain falls on me today.
The space between us is marked only by time,
And time is fleeting, we well know,
Though I can’t see you, you’re by my side
As I walk this path down below.
The next time I hold your hand, we’ll be in heaven,
The cares of this world far behind,
We’ll embark on a new journey together,
Always as one, forever entwined.
3 comments:
Spring that is a beautiful poem. Did you write it for Grandpa right after or is it one you wrote a while ago? Either way its Perfect! You are an amazing writer.
thanks - Mom asked me to write something. I never like my poems right after I write them ... I wrote two and found one off the internet and let them pick the one they liked. And then mom edited it for me. :-)
That is such a beautiful poem! So sweet.
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