Your Smiling Face... Poem by Rebecca Navarre

As I sat by your gravesite filled with
sorrow and pain, and I let my finger
trace over the letters of your name.
Reflecting on how sad and empty life
feels without you... And then I slowly
began to look around me too. And saw
all the greenery and how the sunshined,
and two blue birds chasing each other
around a young pine. Then an inchworm
crawling across your stone, caught my
eye, and all the stories you told me came
rushing back through my mind. And the
times we walked together your hand in mine.
As you'd point out all the nature that did surround,
and the inchworms and caterpillars too we found.
And I saw your smiling face. And I recalled
you saying by how Gods grace, that caterpillar
or inchworm will someday fly. Turning into a
beautiful moth or butterfly. And I thought how
you too, have left your cocoon, as you said one
day we all will do. And how you are now touching
the stars you talked of and dreamed, and the flowers
you so love, as they bloom. And as I still couldn't
help but sit and cry, I felt a peace, yet though inside.