Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,304 Points (25th March 1943)

Comes The Day - Poem by Ernestine Northover

After years of caring;

Comes the day, when the children depart,
for pastures new, for them a new start,
leaving you with a emptiness in your heart.

Comes the day, when things you have wanted to do,
cannot now, for you, ever come true,
they just become dreams you can no longer pursue.

Comes the day, when everything seem to go slow speed,
the body and brain have gone to seed,
and all the 'aids' on offer are what you need.

Comes the day, when you become a burden there,
for someone else to take on and bear,
until one rises up to dwell in our Redeemers care.

Comes the day, when the Heavens for you, open wide,
your life will begin again on the other side,
and with our Lord, you will, with his love, abide.

© Ernestine Northover

Comments about Comes The Day by Ernestine Northover

  • (3/27/2008 3:35:00 PM)

    A real gem here Ernestine, you have really captured the pains of growing old. Andrew x (Report) Reply

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  • (3/3/2006 1:24:00 PM)

    Comes the day when we can stop and reflect on the beautiful things in life and all that we have learned.You have taught us so much with your words Ernestine, and we will continue to learn as we go.I believe that words like yours are the oil in the cogs of life.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • (1/4/2006 6:56:00 PM)

    Comes the day, that if we are fortunate,
    it will be as you say in this poem.
    Ermestine, I so enjoy your writing.
    Of course...a ten from me.
    God Bless
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  • Cj Heck (1/3/2006 4:11:00 PM)

    Beautiful reflections, Ernestine. I'm starting to identify with many of the things you've touched on in your poem. Very nice poem and I thank you.
    Warmest regards and respect,
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  • (1/1/2006 2:59:00 PM)

    In response to Ray below, yes, some of us 'younger folks' are indeed touched by such well-written reflections. (Check out 'In my own words' to see my thoughts on the subject) . Pensive and honest, from one who touches so many with her words.
    Thanks for this, Lori
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  • (12/26/2005 12:56:00 PM)

    From another born in 1943-I understand! Each day offers a surprise in which body part will work and which won't!
    Too often I think-well there are only so many days left-I just don't know how many.
    This is a very nice poem-wonder whether it will strike a cord with the younger folks.
    Warm Regards
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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 6, 2008

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