Carolyn Sears

(March 30-1950 / Magnolia, Arkansas)

The Other Shore


Oh my dear little precious
One
Your life was short upon
This planet
But I know you will go so
Very far
Within the openness of
Your love
I know your love will always
Be
Now just fly into the light and
Swim the wave of my tears
And I’ll
Meet you again on the other
Shore

So fly on my dear little precious
One
So gentle so beautiful your
Memory
Will touch and remain a part
Of my heart
I look for you in the morning
Sun
The evening sunset will draw
You near
So fly my little dear precious
One
Don’t look back
Don’t wait for me
The tears I shred is
Cause I love and miss your
Gentle smile
So
Let your heart shine with the
Sun
For I know we’ll meet on that
Other shore

Submitted: Saturday, May 03, 2008
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