A Poem

I got this poem from a grieving parents newletter. It's written by Crystal Armes Gibb of Illinois.

RHYME OF PAIN

Pain is not removed by TIME, though grief may seem less defined.
When someone we love dies, the very heart and soul will cry an endless stream
of aching tears with pain that follows us for years.
The foolish man is heard to say that TIME will take the pain away.
Though it lessens and subsides, the fact remains: our loved one died.
And missing the one so dear does not diminish,
for it's clear, no matter how much TIME goes by,
the empty longing makes us cry.