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