A Teacup For Comfort
Your teacup is sitting here
the one you gave me when
last you sat with me-
never believing that day
to be our last.
Did you know when in a whirl of hurry
that day
I ran, stumbled, fell and keeping
from injury-
it was injuried.
Like you,
injured for so many years;
a disease that took your hands
feet, strength andbreath.
As much as I hate disease
and death
is how much I love and
miss you.
I need your teacup today
because you are not here
to listen,
console,
encourage,
pointing me to the one whose
name is Comfort.
I tried so hard to see you in your
final days.
Reservations were made but two days
like decades, centuries
separated us for life.
At least this life is all we've lost.
Nothing separates us for eternity;
so until
that day
in Heaven where I won't need your
teacup,
I await the day to be whole,
to see Him, to again call you
face to face,
my friend.
Cathryn flowers Ritchie, October 06
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Comments: 10
And confident.
We all have our souvenirs, right? And they're so trivial, yet they mean so much.
Good job on this.
Cathryn
even after this ws written I am grieving again for another friend called home to Glory. And so it goes.
thanks all for YOUR encouragement. MomCat