Eight years ago my beloved mother, Laura Smith, slipped away from her cancer-riddled body into the loving arms of Jesus. Time has eased but not erased the pain. I will miss her until we are reunited in heaven someday.
This poem was written in the weeks following her death, and I share it now for others who grieve, that you may be comforted.
Beneath the Christmas angels
and glowing, colored lights,
I trudge alone in sorrow's cloak
through dark, perpetual nights.
I'd flown to see my mother
at home and looking strong.
Her battle against cancer seemed assured.
But I was wrong.
Instead I found her dying,
surrendering her will.
I kissed her as she left me.
Her "I love you" echoes still.
Though grief's not unexpected,
Its depth surprises me.
The smallest things set off my tears,
like Christmas memories.
My mother loved to celebrate,
with all her family near,
the birthday of our Lord and King,
and welcome the New Year.
This Christmas, Mom's with Jesus
I'll join her there someday.
But until then I'll bear the pain
of that November day.
My prayer for you this Christmas
is that you will be spared
the grief of losing one with whom
the gift of love you've shared.
(The Lord says) I will turn their mourning into joy; I will comfort them, and give them gladness for sorrow. (Jeremiah 31:13)
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. (Matthew 5:4)
(God) will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away. (Revelation 21:4)