Ann-Marie Spittle

HURT

The good memories will come
Once the tears go
Let you heart open to the sadness
For it is allowed
Grief must reach its zenith
Before the healing begins
Blame not
Fear not
Worry not
For all is taken care of
One day the light will shine again
Their memory will lie within it
And rather than diminish
Will shine forth like the sun
Give warmth to your soul
In that you knew one so great as them