Imagine that ears never again will hear the shining smile
in a loved one’s voice—that minds never more will memorize, or
seize the opportunity to see,
as it builds to arise, in that one’s friendly, laughing eyes.
Imagine that there never will ever be another time for an
parent-to-child discourse; Nor, ever will there be a chance
to enjoy or to endorse
a shared piece of the holiday season’s most
delicious sweet-potato pie.
Imagine that all stimulating conversation is so cruelly
shut down—no longer allowed—as if despised—without
ever being able to suddenly pick-up—a new.
Notice now, how time flies as we realize the end has come
for all those warm and loving morning hugs
in which one can indulge, and savor, and
Unfortunately, I must admit, the definite finality
I find in the thing that so recently and unfairly was
It is a sad and senseless reality in which I
unfortunately, cannot at all see, a victory, really,
Now please, just imagine that the only thing left
by this most imposing theft
is my prayer for God’s strength, for guidance,
and for His grace—by which I will get through,
the grand routine of just one more dark and
Imagine all of this and so much more, then one clearly
will be able to see
a grieving mother as she now resides way down deep
in the recesses of each
and every part of a broken-heart and a profoundly
But, also imagine, now if you will, just how grateful I must yet
for the dear two beautiful children who now are left
and still remain so near…
Right here, with me.