Gwynneth Myrtle Horn (nee Davey) 8 September 1936 – 15 April 2010
This little poem was written late one night a few months before my darling Mom passed away. The words flowed into my awareness and I felt like they were spoken to me from the Soul of my Mom in preparation for her Leaving. (Written 14th February 2010. Gwynny passed away 15th April
When you Find me Rested in my Chair
From the Soul of my Mom
When you find me rested in my chair,
Sit beside me quietly there,
As you offer up a final prayer.
Let it be filled with thanks for gifts of Love
To touch my Soul that’s just above.
And even though my pulse is no longer there
Know my Soul’s embrace is everywhere
Some tears may fall, for you my child –
But let these words to your Heart say,
Your Mother loved you in Every Way.
The song of life continues in your smile
Now you hold the journey that makes Life worthwhile.
You see, it matters not that we have aged,
What’s important is that we played.
The parting now may be filled with yearning
Still we danced through this life journey –
Somehow needing one another for our Spirit’s Learning.
So as you say goodbye to that part of me that is no more,
Embrace the Soul that now lifts and soars.
It is without a doubt, I know,
That we shall meet again when it is your time to let go.
Our souls shall once again be reconciled
And you will see the Love Light in my smile.
Remember only the best of me,
And forgive the parts of my human frailty.
My child, I say to you with all my heart,
That in this Life, loving you was the very best part.
Until then, my beloved one, I’ll watch over you and hold you dear,
I am always near.
She is Gone
You can shed tears that she is gone,
Or you can smile because she lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
‘For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning’