When life is very hard on us <br />We miss the joy we had— <br />We rarely know when times are good <br />Until they're really bad. <br /> <br />It's golden flames we miss the most <br />As life becomes a maze— <br />Glorious people who loved us <br />On warm and sunny days. <br /> <br />Free from pain and all regrets <br />With minds that are truly clear— <br />What would loving people want for us <br />Now that they're not here? <br /> <br />We know the answers deep inside <br />Though grief holds us in a spell— <br />They would want us to smile again <br />And they would wish us well.<br /><br />Sarah L. Johnsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grieving/
