what she is
what she’s not
Remains life’s constant ambiguity
not to discover her own self
until life sets her free
She thought her life was meant
To give without receiving
To adore the one who broke her soul
To accept rants without complaining
But God’s healing touch reminded her
God loves her more than life itself
She is a princess, daughter, and friend
She is her own beautiful song
Broken musical notes can mend
A woman who spoke a thousand words
Will learn to embrace silence for a while
Though her memories will not cease to speak
For the people who touched her life
A little book lost in a shelf
Her pages have all been turned
Time has been so generous
Until time teaches us to mourn
Although her last page seems to be
Her final stage on earth
Her life had been blissful
to family and friends who cared
She married her profession
To mold the aspiring new generation
Teaching was her passion
And her students were inspiration
She won her battles filled with sorrows
Her laughters fought to echo until tomorrow
Her tears will soon dry as memories fade
I swear you cannot even trace a shade.
She may have cracked some jokes,
Have shared some secrets,
Have written some poems,
But she yearns for more.
Life was not boring after all.
The gospel hymns she sang
Continues to whisper in her grave
As a reminder that her holy duty
She will never forsake!
She loves her parents very much
And grateful for her sister too.
Her husband forever holds her heart
Although distance sets them apart.
A mother’s song she sings gracefully,
A dream, a promise, soon a reality.
But now she is laid to rest
For a deafening silence…
Jane’s voice so loud and clear,
But you can hear no more.
And if you think this poem is over
You are misled again, my dear
Janey has learned to speak before birth
So her whispers will reach your ears
Again, she just tried to tease you
Goodbye is not her thing.
After death, she is nothing.
Just waiting to be saved by her King
She only had one life to live.
Heart and mind
Body and soul
All surrendered to Him.
God is her Source of everything
Her final journey belongs to His keeping
She hopes that she will rise again
With all the other chosen ones,
In her deep slumber, she praises God
As He finally takes her to a promising, peaceful holy land.