The morning you died
The glorious light in
the east
Just before sunrise
pulled me to the
Side of the road, so I
could stop in the silence
Before the dawn, and
take the new light
Into my heart, pausing
to simply breathe in the new day.
Just breathe. Just take it in,
And be in the quiet
beauty of the summer morning.
“Each day, each moment
is precious,” you’d tell me, again
reminding me that life
is to be lived, with everything we have.
The morning you died
I shared coffee with an
old friend,
Our laughter filling the
café with good times,
Our friendship old and
alive, rich with promise
For this special
day.
The morning you died, I
watered my garden, so the
Flowers would bloom
again, and the seeds I had planted
Would give us food when
summer ran into fall,
When the leaves would
turn to gold and fly away in the wind,
Promising to come again
next spring.
Next year, spring will
come again, yet you are gone.
I will hear your
laughter, and your delicious humor,
And your love of being
with everyone in the garden of our lives.
You, teaching us, once
again, that life is to be enjoyed,
And every moment is part
of the dance we call
Life, and you will
remind us, once again,
That we don’t really
die, that life is just
Part of the dance, part
of the circle, and we are all
One.
--Neal Lemery