Shards

Shards for Christian

Many say that when a loved one dies,
Part of your heart dies with your love.
I wonder then about that part;
Did it die? It aches inside my chest!

What happens to that piece of heart?
Does it fall upon the floor and break
Into shards which cut the soul?
It must, for shards are scattered through my house!

One shard lies behind the picture of
My son when he was turning one
And life was full of hope and joy.
Oh, it feels much emptier today!

One shard waits for me upon the porch:
The lonely moon floats overhead,
Whisp’ring memories of kisses shared.
Oh, those sweet coo’s I hear no more!

Sev’ral lay around my coffee table
Where my son would cruise and smile
Pleased he’d made all the way.
Oh, I miss that sweet little smile!

Shards lay scattered ev’rywhere I look
And lest they cut my soul to bleed,
I sweep and clean most thoroughly,
Picking up my shattered piece of heart.

Ev’ry now and then I find a shard
When least I think to miss my son:
A smell, a sound, the little things,
How they cause my aching heart to bleed!

Feeling pain too sharp to bear,
I pray to God for mighty strength.
Relief I find when I recall:
Jesus died that Man might live again!