TAKEN FROM ME ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
The earth is so still this New Year's morning. ANOTHER YEAR ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Another year has come and gone, WHAT? ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
What TIME did you say it was?
Published
PICTURES IN THE SNOW
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I stare out through the window
GRIEVING AULD LANG SYNE
We wish that Luke would come back home,
And never leave again.
We wish that Luke would come back home,
We wish it could happen.
We wish it could happen, for us,
We wish it could happen.
We wish that Luke would come back home,
And never leave again.
© 2004 - Christine Ross
The ground is bare, there's a hush in every tree.
I have but only one New Year's resolution,
To try and understand why... Luke was TAKEN FROM ME.
Doesn't God realize the world needs Luke's laughter?
How can the world continue, with him in heaven?
We need Luke to hold us and we need Luke to touch us.
We need Luke so much in the year 2011.
I went to Luke's garden this New Years morning.
I looked at his stone inscribed 2001.
My heart questions what me eyes tell me.
Has Luke really been away that long?
Seems like yesterday Luke called on New Year's morning,
To tell me of his celebration on New Year's eve.
We talked and laughed but now I'm crying.
I just don't understand why... he had to leave.
It seems that he had so much to offer.
There's less laughter in this world since he's been gone.
He loved so much and he gave so much.
His absence just seems, so very wrong.
2001 is coldly etched on his stone.
That year is forever a time from the past.
It's when I last touched him, it seems like forever,
But it also seems time has moved so fast.
I've had too many years to absorb these feelings,
It's been too many years since he went to heaven.
My world has ceased while life has continued.
I just can't believe it's the year 2011.
I really understand that he won't be returning,
Even though I pray for it down on my knees.
I really understand that he's in a better place.
But I don't understand why... Luke was TAKEN FROM ME.
© 2002 - Christine Ross
© 2011 - Revised
And everything still feels so wrong.
You're still dead and I'm alive.
Through all this pain I have survived.
2001, 2002
Life continues without you.
2003, 2004
I look for you beyond the door.
2005, 2006
Is there someway this can be fixed?
2007, 2008.
You wait for me beyond that gate.
2009, 2010.
I wonder will it ever end.
And now it is 2011...
Oh how I wish I could see you in Heaven.
I'm sure all year I'll feel the same.
A million times I'll say your name.
A million tears will wet my face.
That's my life within this place.
Another day, another week,
Time with you is what I seek.
Another month, another year,
Someday soon I'll meet you there.
© 2006 - Christine Ross
revised 2011
Oh no, you must be mistaken.
I just now kissed him on the cheek,
Before he had awakened.
What DAY did you say it was?
Oh no, that can't be correct.
Yesterday, he worked all day,
And just came home for a rest.
What MONTH did you say it was?
Oh no, you must be wrong.
You see, last week at his office,
He sang the words to that song.
What YEAR did you say it was?
Oh no, that can't be right.
You see, it wasn't long ago,
My SON still had his life.
© 2002 - Christine Ross
EARLY SPRING
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I feel you in the morning breeze
As it skims across my face.
I see you in the sunrise
As it brightens up this place.
I hear you in the thunder
Before the sky begins to drip.
I taste you in the raindrops
That trickle down across my lips.
I smell you in the fragrance
Of every flower that's in bloom.
But these things I just imagine
From the corners of my room.
It's winter here in my room.
There's a chill down to my bones.
It's dark, and cold, and dreary
And I feel so all alone.
The cold is a reminder
Of this frigid, frozen fear
That casts those icy shadows
Of death, and grief, and tears.
I'm hoping for the sunshine,
Fragrant breezes, thunder, rain.
But most of all I'm hoping for...
a very early spring.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
APRIL 2010, Volume 25 No. 4
LIVING WITH LOSS magazine
Bereavement Publications, Inc.
With my baby in my arms,
Singing "rock-a-bye to sleep",
Dreaming of the things to come
Street lights are shining dimly,
Halfway veiled by falling snow.
The lamps in neighbors windows
Give a soft and shadowed glow.
Cars move slowly, almost silent;
On their homeward way they go.
Sitting here in early twilight,
I see pictures in the snow.
The years move on so swiftly
Things change with passing time
These arms that held that baby
No longer hold what's mine.
More souls have journeyed onward
Casting shadows on my face.
Somewhere beyond the twilight
In that quiet and peaceful place.
Some say the hour is darkest
Just before the dawn appears.
I'm still waiting in the twilight
But my eyes are full of tears.
This loneliness surrounds me
And things sometimes look so grim.
And the hope for life that's better
Often looks so very dim.
Footprints out on the walkway.
Snow will fill them very soon.
Far away in time and distance
I hear that old familiar tune.
Spring birds will soon be singing
And flowers blooming all around.
But as I stand here in shadows
Snow still covers all the ground.
Waiting in the twilight dreaming
Of the ones I used to know.
I can almost see their faces
Among those pictures in the snow.
© 1979 - Christine Ross
revised - © 2009
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