~Angie Bennett Prince
in memory of
Merry Katherine Prince
and her loving heart prints...
My child has left her heart prints...
They're all over, inside my heart.
For though I cannot touch her,
We're never, ever, far apart.
She ever leaves her heart prints
Inside my grieving heart,
Not finger prints, but heart prints,
Reaching far deeper than grief's scars.
She is not far from me you see,
She's just beyond the Veil,
She ever hovers near me,
To rescue from Death's knell.
When deepest tears of mine do come,
I feel her presence near,
For when she sees by grief I'm bummed,
She smiles to lend her tender cheer.
She sees my heart is in a hole;
She rushes in with sweet console.
Her heart and soul so pure from sin,
She sees my need; she's ushered in ~
God lends her to watch over me;
She quickly comes and comforts me.
And though she hovers near me,
Her spirit I can't "see,"
Still, her sweetness I can sense...
As I'm showered by heavenly hints. . .
Her smile "appears," her joy, I sense ~
It keeps me from falling completely apart,
As she leaves her healing heart prints
Upon my broken heart.
Filled with joy, like from her birth!
It seems whenever grief's deepest pain
O'ercomes, making me wince,
Her radiant smile pierces my pain,
Soothing my heart with her sweet heart prints!