Move On

The sadness has a part in it,
Especially at the start of it,
The grieving at the leaving and
The strength it takes to cope.
The going on without
Begets a constant nagging doubt,
The struggle not to lose all sense of hope.

There are memories to keep,
Lasting memories so deep
Filled with caring,
Never sharing with the crowd,
Like a sweet breeze gently blowing,
Kind reminder filled with knowing
Silent promises that no one speaks out loud.

And the healer takes his measure,
Always vigil with such treasure,
Oh, so clever
Heaven never comes undone.
And the soft sweet scent of heather
Gives the promise of forever
And the humble strength to quietly
Move on.