BE STILL

Be still, my heart, when jeans and sneakers pass by me;

Be still, my tears, which come so easily;

Be still, my longing to hear her voice and see her smile-

Oh, how I miss her smile.

Be still, the memories which race around in my brain and ease the pain

And be still, the pain which is ever there - at first sharp but now more dull;

Be still, my sorrow, for she is at peace - So much more than I.

Be still, my loneliness for her, to touch her again, gangling and thin;

Be still, the wish for others to cry with me as they did at first, so

I would know they still miss her as much as I;

But life goes on, they say, And so must I

Be very still, the need to ask, "Why did she have to die?"

Be still, the anger when they say someone else wanted her;

No one could want her more than I.

Be still, my heart so you can remember that you still have life and love around you, that only one small part is gone.

Be still, my grieving for that one small part.

Yet grieve I must; for the books say I must go through it and not around it.

Be still, the bargains I made and the games I played (to have her back and pretend it was a mistake), as they are dangerous and to no avail.

Be happy, heart, that we had her for awhile,

Be strong, my pride, That I am slowly healing and loving and feeling.

She died on the first day of Summer.

Summer's heat came and went,

Fall's colors came and went,

Winter's snow came and went,

and now Spring has come again.

It seems the world is going on; and so should I.

I am lucky to have borne you;

I am richer for having shared your dreams;

I am sadder but stronger for having lost you.

I will always love you.....Goodbye.