An open field of sorrow…
Leaves that blow
Like the tears that fall,
Empty branches reaching for air,
Searching for light
To find a way through it all.
Trees unable to breathe -
The pressure of grief
Pressing down on their leaves
Yet empty inside,
With aching hollowness
Our companion as we grieve.
In this open field of sorrow
Questions go unanswered
In the stillness of the night,
Like a clock without hands.
The minutes stand still –
No end of pain in sight.
Tree branches, once so full of life,
Lie empty as the pain sweeps
Blindly through them like tears
What’s left behind is now
An empty field of sorrow,
And an echo of their fears.
At the breaking of the dawn
A tiny glimpse of light
Reaches down upon the soul
Bringing light, restoring hope
That this torn and shattered life,
Might one day again be whole.
Deep inside, the truth is known,
That whatever tomorrow brings,
One small branch will never again grow -
Forever changed and silent it lies
Even when the other branches
Begin to stir and then beautifully flow.
Its time of growth has ended,
It has shed its mortal bonds,
And left a scar, forever to show...
Its spirit blooms so brightly,
But its remains become the soil
In which the others thrive and grow.
Now that the sun is bright and warm,
And the new leaves grow rich and green
Here, in this open field of sorrow,
The pain still exists,
And the hollowness inside,
For there was no time left to borrow.
The day our baby boy went home,
Heaven gained an angel,
But left behind our broken hearts.
His love is missed by all,
And still no answers come,
Why did we have to part?
For my baby boy, the angel,
My memories are what I keep,
As I walk gently through my field of sorrow;
Each night I cry my silent tears,
And pray for strength each day,
To make it until each tomorrow.
© 2013 Heather Grein
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