George Bernard Hough
Bereaved Parents - Poem by George Bernard Hough
Creating new life is our purpose
that`s why we are put on this earth.
To nourish and nurture our offspring
and love them for all they are worth.
We hope in the time that`s alloted
we`ll see them develop and grow,
fulfilling their own lifes ambitions
whilst making our pride in them glow.
As parents we have a great dread
that lurks in the back of our mind.
Not fear of the unknown, or danger,
or leaving our loved ones behind.
But facing the natural disaster
that sometimes occur in ones life.
Of losing a friend or a loved one
a colleague, a husband, or wife.
The loved one we never consider
may leave us `fore our day is done,
is the one that`s our natural successor,
our grandchild our daughter our son.
The rigours of life we endure.
finding peace at the end of the road.
Fate, not time, rules who`ll reach the end first
and move on to better abode.
Our turn will come to leave memories behind
and go on the journey where we know will be,
our loved one sat waiting with wide open arms
once more to find joy at our knee.
Copyright B Hough 2010
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