What the heart gives away is not lost.
It is kept in the hearts of others.
~ Robin St. John
How can I smile so soon after,
you ask?
What reason have I to cry?
He filled my days with laughter.
Would a saddened face and swollen eyes,
be proper tribute to such a man?
His reply to death was living.
I won't put him to shame by giving up on life.
To withdraw into a world of grief,
what kind of wife would I be?
Like a man about to be born, he died,
with a sigh of relief on his last breath.
He has gone on to a better life,
how do I mourn his death?
Having known such a man,
I should weep?
~ Randy Jaroch
U.S.A.
~ Beannaichte'
8 July, 2016
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Randy Jaroch is a native of Chicago, Illinois.
ReplyDeleteHe stole my heart, with his poetry, many years, ago. His work is fashioned from a clean-cut cloth, then woven into a beautiful tapestry, with grace and honesty.
Little did I know that the words I so loved as a young girl, would sooth my Soul, as a woman.
Thank you, Randy, for being a part of the Journey.
~Beannaichte'!
Alicia
That's beautiful, Alicia! ~ Beannaichte'!
ReplyDeleteHello Jan.
ReplyDeleteI truly appreciate your visit, and your willingness to leave
a comment.
To appreciate beauty, at a Soul level, one must possess it, first.
Mile Buiochas,mo cara.
~Beannaichte'!
Alicia