It was a Sunday morning while I stood all alone,
With tears streaming down both my cheeks,
I was overcome with such hopelessness,
At the grave side I was trying to speak.
Searching for reasons why she lay in the ground,
Unable to find comfort with God,
So cruel and heartless was the act of a killer,
Leaving me to stare at the cold green sod.
Thoughts of anger and hatred ran through my soul,
As I struggled to regain my composure,
When suddenly the words of my loved one I heard,
Which helped ease my attempts of closure.
The words she whispered on the cool summer breeze,
Her voice soft and unmistakably clear,
My child was speaking this message to me,
Saying, "Mother, please wipe away your tears".
She asked me to remember the happiness we shared,
And the joys of our laughter together,
Reminding me she lay not dead in the ground,
But in God's arms where love can't be measured.
She thanked me for always having been by her side,
And then promised she would stay beside mine,
With a smile on her face and angel words soft as silk,
I felt her hand touch my cheek and I stopped crying.
Then she was called to welcome a friend into Heaven,
But my child left me with this final thought,
Whenever the days seem unbearable to live,
To remember the words that she brought.
