I\'ve been thinking about the sad news of Mr. Buford\'s passing ever since Mr. Garritan informed me about it. The way I see things, death is a natural, healthy part of life. I felt inspired to write and this is what I came up with. It\'s just a simple bit of prose, but maybe it will help us all carry on with our losses.
The Season of Life
We all have been a witness to the cycle of life.
From that first silent whisper to the everlasting night.
We rejoice when it enters and we mourn when it goes,
But still, through it all, the love will still grow.
If the life of a loved one, though gone it may be,
Had lived through a season that we all could see.
Then birth was the springtime, all shiny and new,
And the warmth of the summer is when the light grew.
The fall was the time when all the folks knew
That they never did what those young “kiddies” do!
Bitter and lonely, as a passing is known
Is as cold and foreboding as when the snow blows.
We can depend when lost in the night,
All twisted and turned and covered with fright,
That soon as the sun can peak through the clouds,
Away goes the snow when that morning crow sounds.
And a new day will dawn to unfreeze the world.
When a new child’s toes and fingers uncurl.
That’s how it goes with the seasons of life.
From the first newborn’s morning, to the elder’s last night.
So thanks dear departed for all that you’ve shared.
Thanks for the love and the memories of care.
And fly with the Angels up in Heaven above,
And look down upon us and Witness your love!!