It's meant to be
that eventually,
Those we love…leave us behind.
The breaking dawn
Is here and gone,
Memories etched within the mind.
Each late night talk
each path you walked
Means more than others know
It's priceless art
kept in the heart
When holding on... but letting go
Some days are good
some days are bad
Some days you feel alone.
On bended knees
the memories
Are as hard as marbled stone.
For those who pray
there comes a day
A reunion, this we know.
When the one you love
is with God above
You're holding on... while letting go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Read this again today- - it is still as mesmerizing as the first time I read it. There is such fragility and strength intertwining throughout these heart aching words. An incredible write. 10