The Little Cub And The Fallen Man Poem by Natalee Warnberg

A glowing flower in the room,
A fateful one lays resting in the tomb.
The seedling had sprung,
The other untouched.
One leaving the sadness and gloom,
The other one has smiles and cheers.
While tears do dread,
Wishing for the fallen man to be there.
How great he was,
And how he made others smile.
But the little one will grow,
Without you being known.
For your bear like hugs,
Will not reach the little cub.
For his branches are dead,
But her joy will spread,
Showing her kindness around.
We will cheer for her life,
yet mourn for his.
But great joy do we see,
Coming from him to her.
There may be a barrier,
But you would have made her joy merrier.
For as new in the world as she is,
We will give her a gentle kiss.
From him to her.