About the Poem
About four years ago my Aunt Lynda died. She was the closed aunt to me, she was like a second mother to me. This poem is for her.
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My Lost Hero
|by Katey Shines|
You came into my life like a burning flame.
That was your true ticket to fame.
Yet your flame has burned out.
It seems as if only I was to pout.
Others have found ways to carry on.
But in my heart I still hold your song.
You were so early to be taken away.
It hurt so much I canít even say.
But even though we have parted, youíre still close to me.
Yet all my pain others canít see.
Youíre the first person Iíve lost, but I know you wonít be the last.
I know I should put these feelings in the past.
Itís been years now since Iíve seen your face.
And my sad feelings move at such a deadly pace.
But every time I look up to the stars,
I know exactly where you are.
Youíre in my heart.
At least thatís a start.
The birds, the bees,
the flowers the trees.
They all remind me.
You watch over me day and night.
But Iím forlorn Ďcause youíre always out of sight.
I know you hear my prayers.
And my burdens you help bear.
I never could say a decent good bye.
I never will know why.
I guess because I still canít think of you as gone.
Maybe thatís how I cope with carrying on.
I guess you could say my feet were never on the ground.
But the thought of your voice would be a beautiful sound.
I still have the rose from your funeral of long ago.
Yet when people say youíre gone, I say it isnít so.
My mind if full with thoughts of you.
But the memories I have are of a very few.
Now comes the time when I must let go.
And it pains me so.
But I know youíre in a better land.
And now I think I understand.
That God choose to take you by the hand.
And even though that part I can not stand.
I know youíre better off in the promise land.