Heaven’s Gain

How hard it is,

To deny the sigh,

Ineffectually,

Trying not to cry,

As we relive,

The memory of you.

Our loss,

Is heaven’s gain.

Every teardrop,

Flowing quietly,

Must surely fall,

Upon your cheek.

Yet all’s not lost,

In a spellbound

Moment,

You are near,

We see the smile

In dimpled cheek,

We hear the laugh

We loved so well,

The voice,

The puckish wit.

You live on,

In the children

That you bore.

Beloved sister mine,

Whom we did love

So tenderly.

Yes,

Lost in time,

But never lost to us,

Sweet sister mine,

In eternity.

-Myra D’Souza/April 03, 2018