All Good Things
©2024 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Joshua Earle on Unsplash
Six years without you, my mind’s eye
settles upon your vacant place.
It’s harder now to summon sights of you
to fill the empty space.
Instead, my heart measures the hole,
the chasm I cannot unsee.
That void is ever present, so
I paint its walls with memory.
And I’ve become an artist, born of
inspiration, need, and love.
The song of you offers my soul
bright colors, sent from up above.
Washed in their beauty, fed by you,
by all the things you were and are,
I draw remembrance, capture peace,
call forth your essence from afar.
One day, this mindful art will end,
will culminate in perfect grace
as sacred memory gives way
to open arms and warm embrace.
Then sadness will be swept aside
by God’s own promise, tried and true;
and all good things will be restored.
For me, Todd, that begins with you.
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If this poem resonated with you, you might also relate to My Heart Is a Google Drive. Notes on Grief: the Second Year may also offer some comfort.
Tags: death, eternal families, grief, losing a child, memories, mourning, remembrance, resurrection
