Though I wrote this during the holidays, I post it now in memory of my parents: My Dad, Casey Borowski who died June 4th 2009 and my Mom, Helene Chmiel Borowski-Biscone, who died April 2nd 2011... The Legacy By: Cyndy Borowski-Wilber. I wander through the valley Marking time with each new step Thinking of the lives of people Whom Ive never met. Strolling through the eons Of times lapsed long ago I find the place where you were laid Now covered by leaves and snow. I brush away the debris That covers your name and birth I kneel down, lost in memories Of your time spent here on earth. If I had only known How short our time would be Would I have changed a thing That happened between you and me? For each laugh, each tear, each moment Made up our time together You lie here in deepest quiet And I watch in coldest weather. With the holidays upon us Missing you more keenly than before As memories force their way forward With a heart that begs for more... I sit upon the frozen ground Lean my head against your stone The ache within my beating heart Begins to mourn and groan. Why hadnt I cherished you more... Told you how very much you meant To me and those who loved you Before your time was spent? A lingering touch upon your monument Now as close as I can come Considering my own life span As time slowly beats its drum One second at a time 24 hours in each day Have I learned anything at all Since you went away? Merry Christmas, oh my loved one Thank you for having loved me so Though I miss your laugh, your touch, your voice You are with me whereer I go. And when I feel that deepest longing That physical need to visit you Your grave is just a reminder That some day, Ill be with you. As I look upon the slimmest details Of your life etched into that stone I feel you standing beside me Telling me this is not your home. Comforted, instinctively I grasp your hand I feel upon my shoulder laid And feel your spirits arms encircle me In that quiet Winter glade Go home to your family I will always be with you I am not here, but I understand Visiting is something you need to do. I lay a Christmas wreath Against the cold rough stone A kiss, a tear, tugging at my heart Before I turn for home. With thoughts of you in heart and mind I open my front door And am greeted by voices of those I love As you were loved, before. And I wonder if there is anything That I have left unsaid or done So when one day I lie, as you In that place without the sun… That those who come to visit me Will have no regrets or fears But only cherished memories Of our times and of our years Spent together living Having left no important thing unsaid And loving so completely There are no regrets when I am dead? And I greet them all with genuine joy And hug and laugh and kiss And sing of holiday happiness And remembering those we miss And you will be front and center Still invited, our joys to share For though your body lies in cold, hard earth The real you is not in there. You live in all our memories You continue in our lives Youre invited to all our gatherings You true essence still survives... May your spirit freely join in The festivities that we share For though you have departed In each face I see you here. One has that twinkle in their eyes Another the wavy hair Another has that beautiful smile In each of us you share... We are your mark upon this earth A memorial for all time And though I miss you, oh so much I thank you for me and mine For without you, I would never be And without me, theyd not be here We are your living monument And that makes one thing so clear... Though visiting your grave-site Often breaks my heart in two The family I cherish and love so dearly.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 17:43:16 +0000
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