It was just a small corner…..
a tear fell upon its shine.
Her coffin gleamed the winter warmer
on this coldest day of mine.
Her breadth was not a burden,
Mother never was.
Her life ended so sudden,
and off to Heaven because…
I don’t know…..
But I listened to the priest,
though I can’t remember his face.
Eternal bliss and happiness,
and always a better place.
And while his words ran me through,
as the sun and snow played peek-a-boo,
and angels sang their chorus too,
life’s beginning began anew….
I found my gaze upon that tear,
it suddenly became quite clear:
Now frozen solid against her cask
just a mar within life’s new task.
That I should live for her,
and her for our tears.
And as love may ever occur,
She shines through out the years…