Sacred Ground |
By Joanne Cacciatore-Garard, 2003 |
Be careful with her memory
Walk gently as we share She’s been gone 10 years now And it’s still so much to bear Not a single moment passes That I do not miss my child So take my hand and walk with me On Sacred Ground awhile Wrap me in your brittle words for The sweet sorrow I’ve endured Never ending ashen tears Unseen and ever pure Transformed, yes indeed I’ve changed in many ways As the presence of her spirit Guides me through the days Shrouded in grief’s darkest hours Look beyond my eyes Remember death is certain But true love never dies |