You can only hear the wimpers from those who pass by
Some stop & grieve within, while others hear the cry
Memories, use-to-be's, and was once a time long ago
Are now distant few words among the silence spoken low
Those who came were from miles, some, a different state
Many friends and relatives saying "Goodbye" much to late
Her past few years were silent,- not another soul was told
Of the cancer that left her body broken down, tired, and old
She known for about 5 years & chose to carry the burden alone
She thought only of those she loved- no need to worry a happy home
Stronger than any man to have to carry such a heavy load
Weak and frail she already was,-in silence-alone,she walked that road
Married 42 years to the most wonderful, kindest man
The only truth she never told, and prayed he'd understand
The two daughters she bore to him, both now mothers & wives
They too walked in "the silence" ..she knew they must live their lives
Seventeen years, she loved that job-another place she called home
Friends who were family,all hung their heads in silence, all due respect was shown
October was the month she passed, cold, wet, and dreary-
Though God let his sun shine the day she was laid to rest
Every pair of eyes that filled the place were cold, wet, and teary-
Seven grandkids she left behind, ages 18 down to 4
The oldest few seemed to understand, but the little ones weren't sure
She was the third of nine, two already went to meet their maker
Only 58 years old when God had chose to take her
-Services were the largest the CareTaker had ever seen
Eight family cars alone with 107 cars following and in between
Police led an escort, with another officer miles down the line
He stopped & directed traffic, giving us plenty of time
"Amazing Grace" sang softly.. to an amazing place to rest
Amazing woman to all she knew and those who knew her best
I'll may never understand the silence behind the reason why
The silence that she never shared before she had to die
Such happiness, pretty smile, content, and peace, as well
Silently dying inside, yet living life while going through hell
-How could she? Why would she? Too much to put us through?
No worries, no wait, no certain date, no burden for us to bare?
What about the time we still had to make memories for us to share?
Guess you thought best for us not knowin; as the cancer kept growing-
Maybe some things are best left unspoken....
But I can't help but wonder, the impression I'm under
"Would life had been easier for you had the silence been broken?

By Sheila May King 6/10/06
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