She and I are apparently kindred souls, and both of us carry the name of Martha. Turns out she knew my cousin.
This Martha had fond memories of our cousin Robin and she writes beautiful poetry as an expression of her love.
This poem was shared with me and I felt compelled to share it with all of my dear readers.
Robin was more than a cousin to me in so many ways, more of a sister. She was an exceptional lady.
She saw me through difficult times when no one else bothered to be there for me. That was just the kind of lady she was.
She and I stayed up all night baking cookies one Christmas season and batter bowls and wooden spoons will forever remind me of the bond that we shared . Not only cookies were stirred up that late night, we stirred the depths of our hearts and intermingled our sister/ friendship within one another. She extended her heart to me at a time when I most needed it.
For that night of cookie baking, of laughs, giggles, more than a few tears and many yawns, I will be forever grateful, and consider it a true gift, from up above.
Sometimes the simple times and moments in life are the most precious...
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SHE’S JUST GONE HOME
She is not dead. She’s just gone home.
And it feels like she has left you all alone.
But don’t think too long of your grief and pain.
Try to focus instead on heaven’s gain.
Picture her there on heaven’s shore
Living with our Savior whom we all adore.
There is no more pain, no more sorrow
And we’ll see her again some sweet tomorrow.
Try to remember the good times you all have had.
And you know she wouldn’t want you to be so sad.
Remember the laughter and forget the tears.
Remember the happiness all through the years.
She had a good life; and those who are left grieving ~~
Well, we just have to go on and keep on believing
That we’ll all be together some day forevermore
And live life eternally on heaven’s bright shore.
No, she’s not dead. She’s just gone home.
© Martha Mitchem Graham
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