The Gift
The Gift
I heard myself talking to someone that lost someone, like you
Those words shocked me, as I became someone, I never knew
“Like time will healâ€, and words I had heard, that did me, no good
I heard myself say, “I have no more tears and that life is goodâ€
Surprised at these syllables, I remembered, all the grief gone
Time it was that heartache and pain, was all I had to count on
All happiness gone, but joy deep inside, for faith was seeded
For sadness and despair, only one thought of you, was needed
But now every time I think of you, I smile, and remember when
When you were here, and strong and in life’s fight you would win
Now that you’re gone, the mantle on you, fell on me, part of yourself
A writing gift, first in you, now in me, with a pen and a gift, off the shelf