Soft rain kisses my cheeks,
A gentle hand rests on my eyes . . .
Mother, light surrounds me.
Soft music calls my heart,
And gentle arms hold me . . .
Mother, I understand now.
I have closed my eyes
I have left you . . .
Mother, I can see.
The sun is bright and shines,
Not on me but through me.
I feel the wind breathe through the soft wings,
That beat on the breeze . . .
Mother, you cannot see me.
But when the wind
Blows softly against your arms,
And when a star shines brightly,
Deep in your dreams I will whisper . . .
I am not gone from you completely.
A poem for the dead to the living. I wrote it when I learned of the terrible loss of lives on that horrible day. It�s my way of coping with loss, even if I don�t know those who have died I know it�s the ones left alive that suffer the most.
And now my mom made a video for it on YouTube.
