The Gift Of Goodbye

You are a precious flower, my love, once just a tiny seed;
I held you in cupped hands, shielded you from summer breeze
Set you down in a warm and sheltered corner of my heart
Pressed down the soft soil of my soul and watched for you to start

To grow, to flourish, taller, stronger; finally I’d see
That more and more you were becoming more and more of me-
Revitalised with passion, kept alive by midnight fears,
Warmed within my laughter, and watered with my tears.

You are a precious flower, my love- a gift sent from above
To show me light, to show me life; to guide me, give me love.
And though they took you from me far too soon, my dear, I’m sure
That you’re safe where you belong, in heaven- because they need you more.