Christine Reid
written after the death of my sister, Roberta Martin, on Jan. 8, 2018.
(this beautiful poem has been slightly modified by us...we hope the author does not mind)
written after the death of my sister, Roberta Martin, on Jan. 8, 2018.
Don’t think of me as I am today
gone from you into the endless gray
Of a winter morning, bitter and cold,
the wind sharp and restless,
through trees anguished and old.
Find me instead in the soft glow of spring,
where rain sweetens warm earth,
and the raucous birds sing.
And me on my knees, a spade in one fist,
and a plan in my head I just can’t resist
And don’t let your grief
and your bitterness harden,
because the next time you see me,
I’ll be in my garden.
gone from you into the endless gray
Of a winter morning, bitter and cold,
the wind sharp and restless,
through trees anguished and old.
Find me instead in the soft glow of spring,
where rain sweetens warm earth,
and the raucous birds sing.
And me on my knees, a spade in one fist,
and a plan in my head I just can’t resist
Of a fairy-tale place made of blooms,
of twigs and of countless treasures,
Or my very own vegetable patch
whose bounty exceeds measure.
So, today shed your tears
and hold your loved ones tight,
But don’t think of me
all alone in the night.
of twigs and of countless treasures,
Or my very own vegetable patch
whose bounty exceeds measure.
So, today shed your tears
and hold your loved ones tight,
But don’t think of me
all alone in the night.
And don’t let your grief
and your bitterness harden,
because the next time you see me,
I’ll be in my garden.
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