Friday, March 13, 2015

Robert Thompson: March Poem

The best of friends hold our hands for a while
Leave imprints on our soul, like footprints on wet concrete
When they leave this Earth, they take part of our soul with them
Each beating of our heart seems to hurt, each breath seems painful
We cry for our loneliness, our longing for them to be back
Others try to comfort us, but nothing seems to ease the pain
Only time makes us stronger, strong enough to stand back up
The tears still come, the pain is still there
We have good days where we can smile and remember the good times
Yet we still have bad days where we feel the stabbing in our hearts all over again
We keep moving forward though, one foot in front of the other
That is what our friend would want, for us to keep going
The pain will never go away, the hurt and sorrow will never cease
But we get strong enough to bear it and continue on
A song, a smell, a forbidden memory can set us off, but we'll be ok
No matter how badly it hurts, it's important to remember those things
They are gone from this Earth, and we will miss them deeply
But we will forever hold their memories in our hearts
Until we meet again

Dedicated to Robert Thompson

My best friend and 2nd father
Forever missed and forever loved
1946-2015

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