Jeremy

Today I visited the gravesite of Jeremy, my son. As is my habit I leave a pot of plastic flowers every spring by his headstone. It has been three and a half years since he moved on to heaven and I thought perhaps I would feel a little different with the passage of time; however, not much has changed. I still miss him terribly and not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. Sadly, Jeremy was only eight and a half years old when he died.

Jeremy had many disabilities and was not expected to live beyond a few weeks at best. I love it when the doctors are wrong. Although Jeremy was blind, unable to speak and had no motor skills he was well on his way to recovery and with each passing month was gaining little by little. He fought the good fight and now he is with his saviour Jesus.

I wrote this poem after Jeremy passed on…I believe it is prophetic in nature and I look forward to being with my little man one day soon.

I love you Jeremy. ~ Dad

Jeremy

You flew so high

when you let go…

grasping the wing

of an angel,

feathers soft and purest white.

A breeze brushed your lovely face

and tears raced from eyes

cherishing their first sight,

a golden city…

a nail scared hand

reached to steady that first step.

Words formed

on silent lips,

fresh like dewdrops

on a summer rose.

The taste of honey lingered

as you ran

through open fields of sunflowers,

your cheeks

glistening in the velvet sun.

Hearing your own voice…

you laughed.

And music adorned

your dancing feet;

a robin sang…

and angels cheered you on.

Slipping from my hand,

I see you now…

not as you were.

Suffering was a garment

to be discarded,

and yet…

it is what I cling to.

The pain in my heart

reminds me of you.

I won’t forget.

The tears in my eyes

sting like piercing arrows.

The scars of life seem many,

and some take long to heal.

But for now,

run along little Bear…

savour the choices

that surround you

and be glad,

for your heavenly Father beckons,

“come my little one…come”.

October Leaves

single leafOctober Leaves

 So jade among the foliage

Riding high above her peers

Having several good points

But not upon her ears

 

Others were green with envy

And impossible to please

Dancing on a tender twig

She loved to shoot the breeze

 

Then one day it happened

Her face turned vivid red

Twisting on a slender branch

She fell right out of bed

 

Buoyant on a gusty breeze

By the waning greenery

Floating by the crimson maples

And taking in the scenery

 

She led the charge, or so it seemed

Alighting without sound

The others quickly followed suit

And joined her on the ground