She lives in a meadow

That stretches to the horizon.

There is a gentle breeze

And the sun is always smiling.

 

In  a simple dress,

she dances as she walks,

A slight hop in her step says

That she has no worries.

 

The sea of grass

Almost reaches her knees.

It sways with her,

And she becomes one with the earth.

 

There is a soft golden glow

About her

And a man walking

Beside her.

 

They stroll along,

With patience and content.

There is no rush

And they are both exactly where they are.

 

She remembers

And he laughs.

Stories are shared

And he listens.

 

It’s been so long, yet

no time has passed.

He’s been there all along,

watching her love spread.

 

He watched over her

During those few years,

Not missing a single tear

Or smile.

 

And she remembers how hard it was,

The struggle to find joy,

To remember without

Sorrow.

 

She knows now

That the pain

Wasn’t needed.

In the end,

They are together.

 

But she thinks of her family,

She tells him.

She sees their pain

And knows it is different.

 

And she asks him

What she can do.

 

He looks down at her

And says,

“Nothing.

 

Our journey is over

And we have returned home,

But it is up to them

To decide how to continue

Without you.”

 

She knows he is right,

And she prays to her Father

That they find strength.

She asks Him

To let them know, somehow,

That she is okay now.

 

She looks up

At her dad

And she is a child again.

He holds her little hand

And her worries blow away

In the wind.

 

Because, one day,

It will be her turn

To greet the ones she left behind.

 

And one day,

Things will be as they should.

 

Until then,

She strolls in the meadows,

And listens to the rolling creek.

The sun warms her face

As she watches over her loves.