Giggles4God
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I wrote this for my Grandpa Frey after his wife, my grandma, passed away March 23rd. I wrote this early March 27th.
Goodbye is not for always,
the waving of a so long
farewell hand is not forever.
The hand of time speeds by on
flashes of lightning and wings of eagles.
The years chase each other in
a game of tag, never to
catch the other.
Before you know it, your hair is
gray and your skin is wrinkled.
Movement is slow. Eyesight
blurred and not as it used to be.
Too many things aren't what they
used to be.
Remembering brings tears
and smiles.
Laughter fills your ears as
memories of by gone days play in your mind.
And you touch the hand
that you've held for so long.
It's cold and unmoving.
Tears stream down your face and
trickle onto the pair of
hands.
"She's gone," a voice declares.
Deep in your heart Father God
whispers to you, "Just for now. You'll
see her soon. Until then, Remember.
Remember that I love you and tell everyone
I love them, too."
Goodbye is not for always,
the waving of a so long
farewell hand is not forever.
The hand of time speeds by on
flashes of lightning and wings of eagles.
The years chase each other in
a game of tag, never to
catch the other.
Before you know it, your hair is
gray and your skin is wrinkled.
Movement is slow. Eyesight
blurred and not as it used to be.
Too many things aren't what they
used to be.
Remembering brings tears
and smiles.
Laughter fills your ears as
memories of by gone days play in your mind.
And you touch the hand
that you've held for so long.
It's cold and unmoving.
Tears stream down your face and
trickle onto the pair of
hands.
"She's gone," a voice declares.
Deep in your heart Father God
whispers to you, "Just for now. You'll
see her soon. Until then, Remember.
Remember that I love you and tell everyone
I love them, too."
