Fly, My Precious Son

"Fly," by Celine Dion

Mysteries Inside of Me

If all life's answers are within,
Then that's where I’ll begin,
I don't have to travel far,
To look for things that already are.

Mysteries inside of me,
Waiting patiently to be,
Unwrapped, examined, and revealed,
No longer to be concealed.

Trust and faith and intuition,
May God's love bring to fruition,
Acceptance, wisdom, and strength of being,
Confidence in the all-seeing.

To bring joy and peace of mind,
That I am working hard to find,
Knowing that death is not the end,
Just a change of form again.

As above, so below,
There is a universal flow,
I want to know why I am here,
And not live my life in fear.

Looking forward to the day,
When my life has played,
So in contentment I’ll be at rest,
Knowing while here I did my best.

The Spark Within

Love never ends,
It moves, it bends,
The spark of light within,
Will always transcend,
Any despair, pain or grief,
Giving the comfort that we seek.

Show me the way,
I pray each day,
Guide me on my journey;
Let there be no hurry,
So that I might rest within my quest,
For love's eternal glory.

Our Journey

Each of us has a journey to make,
Individual trails to take,
We don't always know,
Which path we should follow.

To some the road is crystal clear,
Others have no idea,
Should they turn left or right,
Uneasy, not knowing what's in sight?

Sometimes the path seems straight,
Then along comes Fate,
Suddenly there's a detour,
That you don't know if you can endure.

I want to be able to get back on track,
Overcoming emotions of profound lack,
Show me the signs that point the way,
So I won't be lost for all my days.

With the map for my soul,
I will travel towards my goal,
With an internal beacon directing me,
Shining a light for me to see.

Sweetest Baby

Sweetest baby, precious boy,
You brought us so much joy,
You were busy from day one,
Keeping me on the run.

You were always in a hurry,
Giving me times of worry,
You crawled, you walked much too fast,
I hoped that my energy would last.

Baby, toddler, little boy,
All the stages to enjoy,
Teenage guy to bright young man,
What an adventurous life span.

Grateful for the gift of you,
We think of you in all we do,
Thank you God, for the time we had,
Don't let us always be so sad.

Internet Radio Interview

I thought my interview on Donna Tyson's Rivers of Faith show went very well.  You can listen to the show by going to this link:  http://herewomentalkradio.com/home/archives_details/526

Internet Radio Show

I will be on this show tomorrow, January 11, at 11:00 EST.  Listen, and call in if you can.  I hope that it will be a very meaningful show, and comforting to other grieving families.

Donna Hambrick Tyson

Inviting anyone who has ever grieved the loss of a loved one to join me for my Rivers of Faith show tomorrow. I will be talking with the author of A Mother's Tears,
Claire Ann Stevenson, about how writing poetry helped her deal with the loss of her beloved son, Graham. Tuesday morning 11:00 - 12:00 (EST) Listen thru computer at www....herewomentalk.com or call/listen in by phone at 1.646.652.2071.

Go Within

Go within for what you seek,
Hear your soul softly speak,
Still your mind,
And you will find,
Help in dealing with what must be,
Inner peace and serenity.

Give your anguish up to God,
Some things are just too hard,
Surrender and let go,
Tap into the divine flow,
Learning to accept with grace,
All in life that we may face.

Five More Minutes

The Compassionate Friends web site posed a question a few months ago that immediately made me cry.  The question was, What would you do if you could have five more minutes with your child who has died?  I wrote this poem thinking about this question.

If I could have five more minutes with my son who died,
I’d be so ecstatic that he was alive,
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I’d say,
And how much he is missed each day.

I would hold him in a tight embrace,
While looking at his beloved face,
Telling him how thankful I am to have been his mother,
And for every moment we spent together.

I’d say how proud I was of him,
And that it means the world seeing him again,
Only five minutes, such a brief time,
But the possibility would be a lifeline.

I know I’d be crying continuous tears,
Overwhelmed that he could once more be here,
Knowing there were only minutes until he’d have to depart,
Would be a bittersweet agony in my heart.

If only this could be true,
And time could be something new,
Love can’t be measured by hours or minutes,
But there’s a hole in my life without him in it.

Another Year

Another year has gone by,
Three hundred sixty five more days I’ve cried,
The pain of my son’s passing never goes away,
I live with sorrow every single day.

Without him here life feels incomplete,
So many moments now are bittersweet,
A young man whose adult life was just ahead,
It doesn’t seem possible that he is dead.

There was so much we looked forward to,
A daughter-in-law and his children too,
A happy family that would often get together,
Celebrating love and each other.

Memories are all I have now to keep,
With love for my son that runs so deep,
But there is no greater treasure,
For me to cherish and remember.