Saying Goodbye...
I had to say goodbye, today
To a life-long pillar of strength
Sure, "She lived a good life"
But how do you measure a length?
Based on "happys and sads"
Or moments of truth?
Or memories recovered
And savored from youth?
Who gets to decide
What's the "measuring stick"?
Is it strictly the good times
Or those little heart pricks?
I know life is comprised
Of the good, and the bad
But in the end, does it matter?
Life is meant to be had
To live life to the fullest
And I truly believe
That such was her life
Wouldn't want me to grieve
But have often been told
That I think way too much
So am seeking the Peace
Kind of using the crutch
To be able to stand
And to live life out loud
To be legitimately strong
Both inside and out
Grief is okay
It is what we must do
And we're designed to do it
As long as needed to
To get to a place
To go on with our life
So she's not there, watching
My suffering and strife
Won't "unpack" and stay
That's nowhere to be
Will take as long as I need
She wants me to be free
Connie R Jordan... 042418
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