Anniversaries
to touch your sweet soft hair again,
to breathe in toddler smiles with sighs
when giggle-prompted peek-a-boo
was height of hope in Grandma’s eyes.
another year ticked slow away
among a nine-span now been braved,
for memories clung fast with hope
still surface, past the body graved.
this little soul who waits beyond
to welcome us – in hope, believe
with joy, this face again we’ll kiss,
no more to wait, no more to grieve.
hold melancholy not, as fruit
of life event each man must face
instead, perchance, rise higher on
to render love, and joy embrace.
while saints commune from heaven’s side
on earth, ’mid pilgrims bended knees
keep faith, with hope in love abide
these three, sweet balm to pain surcease
a smile, for Landon, shared today
for all who mourn in sorrowed wake
along with toast for brighter days
when sprited step replaces ache