Every year, I think of this poem near the anniversary of my mother’s death from cancer. She passed away during the night, and when the sun rose that morning, I looked at her empty garden and wrote this poem. This year, the poem is even more poignant, as now my father fights a battle with cancer. It is a reminder to cherish every moment, for a year can make a big difference.
Midnight’s kiss blows its doom,
As heaven calls you to its room.
Vacant without your tender love,
Sun rises crimson red above.
Your spirit remains, a shadow among the rocks,
A gentle nudge along a path you no longer walk.
What blessings you gave you will never know,
The part you play continues to grow.