|Inner Tempest Stilled|
|By Beenie Legato|
|Sometimes I sense a little flutter.
Like a shadow swiftly slipping by.
Or I hear a silent, gentle murmur,
Like a soft whisper from out of the sky.
Sometimes, I hear you call my name,
Or clearly see your face before me.
And I feel that you are with me still.
Then peacefully, I come to know.
As I am thinking happy thoughts of you
you, my son, are thinking of me too.
Loving memories fill my aching heart.
As dreaming dreams of what could be…
Or might have been, if you were here.
Until the piercing pain of losing you
comes tumbling down on trembling fear,
And clearly once again I hear you say,
What if I had never been?
You could not then in Love remember me.”
|Used with permission from Bereavement Magazine|