"Ode To Sharon"

Dreary days of cloudy skies And freezing rain, Turning into snow That winds scour into drifts, And hides almost everything, Brightening the night almost into day. Just as the snow Turns everything pristine, And children turn disaster into fun, Life turns love and joy Into sadness not well forgotten, Nor even wonting to forget A loved one going "Home"  to God. There must be days in Heaven When seasons change, So that people there Can enjoy the beauty of it all. No storms or clouds, Just brilliant colors galore And snow of virgin white. Even tho she has moved on To a better place than this, She will be missed terribly Forever and a day. She no longer suffers, Her terrible fears and pains, For now she's with God in Heaven. We take knowledge of this fact, But we mourn just the same, And let tears show our sadness. So when the weather turns, And it snows again and again, We will remember the day When Sharon went "Home". There must be days in Heaven When seasons change. So that people there Can enjoy the beauty of it all. No storms or clouds.. Just brilliant colors galore And snow of virgin white. Goodbye Sharon.. Have fun in God's snow. by Jann Newland ©February 2010

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