As the celtic harp plays your favourite haunting air
My fingers softly caress your old and grey hair
Body frail and so tired you sleep
A deserved rest 82 years of love deep
Never were you more beautiful to me dear Mother
All the years pass before me
Quiet tears freely flow
I sit with you knowing
It’s not long til you go
Sweet aches of love are in my heart
For soon will come the time for us to part
And never were you more beautiful to me dear Mother
And when you leave to your heavenly place
And rest in Eternal Infinite Love’s embrace
I will play your song and somehow some way
Our souls will meet as they connect this day
And never will you be more beautiful to me my dear Mother
Sandra Hillawi 4th May 2024
love and loss poem
Nobody Cares But We
There are no words for the misery that has befallen me
There is no solace for the loss I most fear
How long I have held fast to that life line
Through so many stormy winters and even rare summer days Continue reading
Wipe Away Your Tears
Darling
Wipe away your tears
Breathe deep and sigh
He was not alone
You were beside him when he died
He had the best son and friend
With him to the end
You were his last blessing Continue reading
Songs And Poems by Sandra Hillawi 