Years (A Poem)

Years
Time plays no part
It can’t replace a permanent hole
In a grieving heart
This is no regular wound I feel
To grow together and to heal
I lost what I never owned
I mourn what never left me

Years
No number can represent
Love is an eternal circle
There is no beginning, there is no end
You have always been mine
And you never were

Years
The wind still blows
And no one knows
The sky still cries
The moon, a sigh
You have always been here
And you have always been gone

--Gwen

I Hope It Brings You Comfort (A Poem)

I hope it brings you comfort to know

No matter how far you fall and no matter how dark the night

The sun always finds you the next day.



I hope it brings you comfort to know

When you feel so utterly alone and different

Someone eventually comes along who knows what you're going though.



I hope it brings you comfort to know

You don't have to be strong when times are really tough

(No one should expect you to!)

But breathing and acceptance really helps to get you through.



I hope it brings you comfort to know

Anger is just fear and fear is just pain;

No one is perfect but we can all transcend through forgiveness.



I hope it bring you comfort to know

You don't need anyone to "fix" you;

The flaws you may perceive

Can be erased with a simple smile.



I hope it brings you comfort to know

That even when the worse thing you can imagine happens

God still gives you the ability to stand up straight

And continue to experience life.



I hope it brings you comfort to know

That life is wonderful and life is horrible

But we're all connected and we're all in it together.



I hope it brings you comfort to know

Angels are real, not just a story or an illusion,

They surround us, comfort us, and send us messages;

Love is endless and our spirits literally soar on.

--Gwen

I could tell you...

I could tell you who she was...the beauty, the intelligence, the ambition, the fiery soul, the funny girl, the spiritual soul...I could tell you all she left behind, all who cry for her...The grandmother who already had a father killed in front of her and now more sorrow...The sister (an "orphan" sister, in a sense) who now faces life as an only child...The father, step father, step mother who raised her with every ounce of their strength and time and patience and love... ALL the relatives, best friends, teachers, and so many more who loved her spirit and liveliness...



I could describe what we lost, what the world lost. She's been taken away, she's gone. Yes, I have the photos and memories. But I can no longer look into my 19 year old daughter's eyes and see the baby/toddler/child reflecting from inside.



I could tell you that I feel her all around me. I smell her, sense her. I know her spirit lives on.



I could tell you all this--and so much more--and it would be true. But all I need to tell you is that she is my daughter, and I love her with all my heart. That is who I lost. She is my daughter and she is gone. That says it all.