This week's post is a poem for all of the parents who have caught their breath and blinked back tears when seeing someone who reminds them of their departed child.
Twenty Something,
Tall and thin.
Strolling through the aisles,
Looking like my son.
Hiking along a leafy trail,
A voice calls "Mom".
Tears sting my eyes,
Sounding like my son.
Laughter at the playground,
Little ones scamper and squeal.
Tugging my heart back through the years,
Laughing like my son.
Then he grins at me,
This Jarrod look alike.
Bouncy, vibrant, alive,
Smiling like my son.
His softness touches my heart,
This Jarrod soul alike.
Rising above his peers,
Whose heads are bowed, worshipping their phones.
At home, the Lord puts his arm around my son.
From their heavenly perch they gaze
Upon this gentle spirit.
Reaching out like my son.
They smile.
1 Thess 4:13-14 "Now we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers and sisters, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve like the rest who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, so also we believe that God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep as Christians."
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