If Heaven only knew, how much Earth is missing you!

I walk along that mossy path, with a heart weighed down by sorrow.

I'm praying for the strength in me to find hope for tomorrow,

I hold my daughter's hand in mine while silently proceeding,

treading to your resting place where this mossy path is leading.

I feel a tear roll down my face, like many have been shed,

I glance upon my daughter's face and kiss her on the head.

Embraced by memories of Mother's love,

Missing her deeply, in dispute with above.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath,

thinking about this encounter with death,

How he stole in a moment our peace and delight

the derangements he left, like a thief in the night.

How life has changed in a blink of an eye,

how yesterday's laughter has now passed us by.

Like the flowers on the grave will wither away,

time will heal a bit more every day.

But the hole in my heart will never be filled,

We miss you mother, grandma and friend

The Angels will now take care of you

If Heaven only knew how much Earth is missing you!

by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne

R.I.P. Sandy

Goodbye my Daughter

by Ilona Rosenthal Payne

A beautiful bird spreading it's wings,

leaving the nest, exploring new things,

singing a song of a future of light,

living in a dream not only at night.

Still soaring through the valley of youth, 

while constantly searching for the voice of truth,

looking ahead to the horizon afar,

never missing to wish upon a star.

How I wish you were little once more,

too tiny & short to walk out that door,

but now you're a lady all ready to go,

excited to leave, your cheeks are aglow.

Goodbye my sweetheart, I will try not to cry,

reminiscing on memories from a time gone by.

I love you my daughter, I'm so proud of you,

for being who you are and for what you do.

Don't forget where you came from,

because whatever may come,

I'll give you my love and wish you the best

and will always be waiting here in the nest.

Take care of yourself Sam!

I love you!

Mom

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop

by Ilona Rosenthal Payne

Raindrops singing me a song, the wind is blowing, 

I don't feel alone

It's a song full of hope, full of calmness and peace,

I listened with a awwww with a cat on my feet

But all of a sudden,I heard no more rain,

but the gunshots out far, my heart filled with pain.

Where is my rain? 

Why is there war?

Where is the hope that once was not far?

Why can't there be news, that countries agreed,

that for every weapon a needy they'll feed.

Where we hold hands in union, with candles in our hand,

to remember the ones that kept peace in this Land.

Let judgement be spoken, like you were on trial,

and let others be right, once in a while.

Love your neighbours even so they are rather bizarre,

Love your children, of course, because that's who you are!