They Miss You

Your friends passed by

I’m glad that they weren’t shy

To shed their tears and cry

Show their feelings, not act or lie.

Oh dear daughter, they miss you

And wish that what happened wasn’t true

They carry their pain not knowing what to do

To make the grey skies turn again blue.

Stories about you they shared,

Some I knew, some I never heard.

Spoke about your thoughtfulness and how you cared

And what a good friend you were, they all affirmed.

They always feel that you are near

In a dream or an old song they hear

And when they gather, you’re with them, dear

They will never forget you, it’s very clear.

They remember you wherever they go

Carrying their pains which their faces show

And holding to the memories that with them grow

They’re hurting and miss you, I know.

  

When they had to say goodbye

I wished they didn’t have to leave, do you know why?

I saw you in them, as if part of you didn’t die

Bless them; they comforted my heart and eye.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2012, Copyright©

Author, Summer Rays: Solace for Bereaved Parents