International Still's Disease Foundation

Passages

When a person passes from this life, into another~
    there becomes a tear in time~
No longer does the person's spirit hold light and dark at bay~
Suddenly, the light and shadow become one, and~
    the spirit is no more~
For us, left on this plane, we sense the empty ~
    space, and  know of the spirit's passing~

Each time their countenance enters our minds,~
     each moment we spend recalling a smile, a voice, their walk~
For those precious moments, the void fills with their spirits~
     and they walk the earth once more, in our minds~
Our hearts, and always our souls~
We who mark their passing are spared no pain~
     the emptiness is all around us, we wait for a step, a voice ,a sliver of laughter

And when it does not come, we ache a little more~
There are no words to make the pain abate, only~
    day turning to night and day again~
When the edges of the pain grow dull with time~
I ask that all of you remember your loved one today,~
     and some of your tomorrows~
And allow those spirits to walk among us~
     even for a little while~

–Cat Triller/08