Remembering Beau

A poem I quickly put together to mark what would have been Beau’s 40th birthday today.

Remembering Beau

I put on my best dress,

To celebrate with you today,

I know that you are near,

And hear everything I say.

 

I can’t believe you are forty,

That’s in our earthly years,

Seven of those you’ve not been here,

I reminisce, through my tears.

 

You were such a special boy,

Number two within the pack,

I’d do anything I possibly could,

Just to have your beauty back.

 

But I know you have your own soul path,

That has taken you from us all,

I have to accept there’s a greater plan,

And that you answered your inner call.

 

It is peaceful and lonely all in one,

When I visit your resting place,

I hope the flowers I picked today,

Put a smile on your heavenly face.

 

I read the words on your tombstone,

Just whisper my name and I’ll be there.

It is something I do all the time,

For I know that you do still care.

 

But I want you here in person,

I want to hold you safe and tight,

Instead, my arms are empty,

Through every day and every night.

 

The blackness that has filled my heart

Is gradually fading from sight

In its place a warmth is emerging,

One made from the eternal the light.

 

I am pleased to have that healing,

But the longing, it still remains,

Always hovering, always there,

To counteract any gains.

 

We would’ve had a party tonight,

To celebrate your big four o,

Instead, it is just memories,

Of life’s ebb and flow.

 

I know that you’d be so proud,

If you could be with your daughter today,

But life had other plans for us all,

After you were taken away.

 

Now we sit at your graveside,

And talk in our minds instead,

Wishing it was just like yesterday,

When there weren’t any tears to shed.

 

I put on my best dress this morning,

To celebrate with you today,

Just as we would have done,

Had you not been taken away.

 

You will live in our hearts forever,

Or until it is our time to go,

We love you for eternity,

That, I just wanted you to know.

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