I choose to look forward.
I will remember you.
You, missing kids
growing up, wanting to say hello.

You left suddenly.
Watching the world spin from the heavens,
I slowly came out from a coma, hearing birds.

The Savior reached for you.
I pray you grabbed His hand.

Wrapped in bitterness
life has certainly been hard.
Rising as the Phoenix,
from ashes, I too have wings.

I imagine you are proud.
I will not give up.
I will persevere knowing the reward
is great.

Fire that never scorches,
refines a new creature.




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