Your family will never heal,
Though you would surely want them to.
They live sad day by painful day,
Never resting in peace with you.

Your suffering’s come to an end,
But you’ve passed the baton to them;
You’re a miracle too soon gone,
An obviously missing gem.

The bonds and roles that you fulfilled
Have left profound and gaping holes
In a family so tightly knit
That ’twas a tapestry of souls.

No parent should e’er have to bear
The tragedy of letting go
Of their greatest creation,
For in death a child should follow

The ones who gave their all for him
And lose part of themselves indeed,
Since you slipped away so young, and
They couldn’t give you what you need.

They think that they have lost you, since
Your spirit long hence has moved on;
They’re still trying to cope with pain
That’s graven into their heart’s stone.

But you are here close and unseen,
A guardian angel to them,
Trying to console and strengthen
Till you’re reunited again.

The irony is that the eyes
That we trust more than faith are blind
To the unexplained love we feel
Subtly subdue the distressed mind

When loved ones liberated from
Life’s pain tell us that all is well.
But their passing makes us empty.
They rest in peace; we rest in Hell.