In death, each life that passes
touches many in different ways
from the closest
to those who knew them briefly.
Their passing leaves sadness,
but also leaves joy
that they are no longer suffering
from our mortal wounds
as they leave traces
of what they were
in the hearts of others who knew them
in small and different ways.
They live on in others
long after they are gone,
after the pain has eased
on the sorrowing hearts.
(6 July 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this David. Many of my poems deal with the pain of grief if you would like to read them....I just submitted one called The Wall.