Shhhhhhh, Lady
Today is the day I will hold
the tearful,
and offer poor comfort
to aching hearts.
But it is no matter girl.
Come and sit with me
while I pour tea,
and here are tissues,
and here is a shoulder
wide enough to take your hurt.
Oh Lady,
I will not try and stop those tears,
your tribute to a dear one,
the gate price of an angel.
She is home dear Lady,
and she will watch you well,
and one night when your heart
is less raw and sore,
and the night breeze is just so,
you will feel her
touch your heart again,
taste her laughter,
and feel the pure love
you always knew was in her heart.
I swear to you Lady,
that love lives on,
and I will look for Zia,
dancing in the sweets stars of summer.
(This piece was written for the passing of a much loved lady...I am also posting it in Derek's Garden, so she will be remembered, and cherished...)



