With every sun <br />rising up in morning <br />With every morning <br />the sun must rise <br />Each minute <br />a sacred moment <br />is dawning <br />In our hearts <br />if not in our eyes <br /> <br />Sunsets even <br />when they're expected <br />Come too swiftly <br />passing on into night <br />All moments we cherish <br />respected <br />All blessings <br />eternally bright <br /> <br />Forget not a moment <br />you treasure <br />Ignore not a single second shared <br />And life's song <br />will be perfect in measure <br />When it's measured <br />by the loved ones who cared <br /> <br />For you there were <br />84 summers all told <br />God planned this long <br />enough for your song <br />In our hearts you'll play forever <br />and never grow old <br />There it sings <br />with our heartstrings <br />loud and strong <br /> <br />As we sit here your sons <br />are still rising <br />This mourning shall pass <br />on into the night <br />And none here <br />will find it surprising <br />When we see you again <br />in a brighter new light <br /> <br />You'll be there <br />whenever we hear laughter <br />And when each new baby cries <br />Because you taught us <br />to love ever after <br />And such love never fades <br />or ever dies <br /> <br />In parting my heart <br />says thank you <br />For teaching me to see <br />with a poet's eyes <br />Though now filled with tears <br />looking over the years <br />Thanks Mommie for <br />filling the heart <br />that now cries <br /> <br />10/23/06 9: 56am E.S.T.<br /><br />Stephen Warren Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mourning-son-2/
