My Mom at our wedding. So beautiful!
Thinking you can endure
The impossible, you take your stand.
Brave? Yes. But, necessary?
When this moment begs more
Than a cursory format passed
Along to others. We live
Within requirements given.
Have we not paid the price?
Are we not bereaved?
Are you not grieved?
"I cannot cry. I just can't."
"Mom, please, let it out!"
With you, we are united,
One heart and soul and mind,
To claim the peace and glory
Of the Lord . . . He's there.
Grieve, cry, and mourn,
Then, celebrate the passing
Of the one you love,
The one God chose for you;
The one and only love
Your heart has ever known.