Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Hymettus

Softer than the softest rose
are the clouds on which I sleep.
Sweeter than the springtime honey
are the thoughts that I now keep.
Farther than the farthest star
is the home where I shall live,
deeper that the greatest love
is the love I’ve yet to give.

A love that is immortal
and will grow with each new dawn.
What in our lives we shared together
will remain to be reborn.
So grieve no longer upon my death,
my soul is still; at peace.
I suffer not upon this journey.
I possess a gift,
grand and sweet like the
gentle sound of the dulcimer’s song.
Perfect, yet simple
the blessed beauty
of my parent’s love
to endure forever.

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