~WE WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN~ I walk slowly across the grass-- Coming here is a very hard task. The cold wind is blowing in my face, But I need to be here--in this place. Though our son's body is buried in the ground, His soul and spirit are no-longer bound. Still, memories race thoughout my mind, (Some--only bits and pieces for me to find). I can see a tiny baby, newly born, Early one bright, sun-shinny morn. Within my mind, I watch him grow and play, (All the while wishing--he could have stayed.) I remember him as a very happy child, With sparkling eyes and a ready smile. Still looking back, I recall him as a teen, Very handsome, strong and lean. He had a love for animals of all kinds, But horses especially, were on his mind. He would ride across the hills at the break of day, And said he wanted to live his life-- the cowboy way. He loved to feel the wind flow through his hair, And if raindrops fell--he didn't care. He loved to laugh and had much to say, But still found the time to kneel and pray. He said he loved the Lord and His Word, And he believed every word that he had heard. But late one day, these words were said, "Will we be remembered when we are dead?" I am standing now beside his grave, And I recall the answer that I gave. I told him that those of us who surive, Keep the memories of the ones we love alive. (My desire had been to allay any fears). Softly now, I cry more tears. "Yes, my son, those left behind will always remember, For the love within our hearts, is a burning ember". (Though he is not here-- we love him just the same). I touch the key chain-- imprinted with his name-- (It hangs among the flowers that we placed there), Along with the figure of a Quarter horse mare. But, this I know--this grave is not the end... We will be together again! By Susan Elaine Collins 1999 ©     Click here to send this site to a friend!