Where can I build a memorial,
place stones and flowers for you,
far away from shore,
miles out to sea,
for you never just tread at the edge?
Where can I place tear soaked stones,
in middle of a desert where sun shines brightest,
and endless miles to roam, where great beauty
is hard to find,
the rarest of all hoarded?
Where can I bow in pain, choke on sobs,
build my memorial for you,
a mountain, in fields of wildflowers where not one
shows a glance of your greatness, or
a forest,
is there a tree magnificent enough, so tall and sturdy,
to put stones beneath, or
prairies...great plains washed pure enough for your compassion,
understanding,
my love?
Sweet angel,
my eyes and senses have been blessed
with heavenly sights,
this earth,
more magnificence than my soul should know,
I've seen,
but none,
not one,
worthy enough to place a stone
in memory.
Sweet angel,
all I have,
lifelong love
and thoughts,
heart full of your wonder, memories,
my words,
singing of you,
my memorial, sweet baby,
how, oh Lord how,
can I build a memorial for you?
jessi
5-10-08
forever
Jessi, this is so beautiful and true.
Nothing I say or do,
can do justice to Heath's beauty,
magnificence, love, and compassion,
his unique understanding of people,
of the world.
The things I say or do,
are only a poor reflection
of what has been placed there
But now the source of warmth and sincerity
of love and compassion is no more
so I struggle to bring back memories of Heath
of remember what little I had
in every blade of grass
in every flower, or birds circling in the sun
in every picture of surfs and sand
in every smile that is happy and open and kind
The memorials are as much for us, as they are for Heath
They remind me of the man that was
The man that I want to remember until the end of time