Poem by Barb Cote (Heartwork by Babs)to comfort the grieving.
OUR SMALL TOWN IN HEAVEN
Seems like only yesterday, we were all so young,
with a whole life ahead of us, to live, learn and become.
Life changes in a blink of an eye,
what we once knew is no more, leaving us to ask the question, why?
Why do we leave? Where do we go?
Death is life's great mystery, will we truly ever know?
Maybe our people are on the other side,
in our small town in Heaven,
awaiting the next to arrive.
Where past hurts and regrets all fall away,
where they celebrate their lives and reminisce about the good ol' days.
Cab drivers, volunteers, town cryers, and mayors,
store owners, log builder, youth and elders are there.
Carpenters, contractors and fur babies too,
the list grows long, though we wish it wasn't true.
What wisdom would they share from where they are now?
Maybe, be kinder to each other, and be your own best friend,
that money, stuff and titles mean nothing in the end.
Count your blessings, no matter how small,
share your abundance, gifts and wisdom with all.
Find peace, find joy, and know your soul,
you're never alone and are stronger than you know.
Our small town on Earth will never be the same,
your presence is missed and we'll forever speak your name.
We are loving each other like never before,
as broken hearts mend, and walls become doors.
January 15th, 2020
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