When I look over the great Earth
What I see is life, pain and death
When death rises
Life can sometimes be a big pain
It is also filled with joyous moments
Making it exciting and bustling
What I also see is hope, a great hope
Men may grieve and feel no hope
Although we may feel sad and blue
We must share the hope that we’ll see
Our father, grandfather, brother, uncle
Friend and close relative again
When tears still glisten in our eyes
Let us crack a little smile
Let our hope be accompanied with joy
Bubbling in the midst of sorrow
Like steam rising from a kettle
Let our hope and joy be contagious
Not stuffed in a deep pit
We will be happier
We will have courage
Let us hope in the resurrection
~Charis McRoy, March 2013
The preceding poem poured from my daughter's heart through her pen in just a few minutes (with no coaching from me). She was only 9 years old at the time and grieving over the loss of her grandfather. Grief can affect children more deeply than we realize or see on the surface.
The preceding poem poured from my daughter's heart through her pen in just a few minutes (with no coaching from me). She was only 9 years old at the time and grieving over the loss of her grandfather. Grief can affect children more deeply than we realize or see on the surface.
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