All the Words I Did Not Say

     This spring's "sadiversaries" have not been what I expected. Since talking about Tracy, telling his stories, has been so helpful in past years, I thought we would have opportunities to do that. As I said in my previous blog, though we had many opportunities to talk to people, it was not about Trace. However, God's purpose for all those conversations was not necessarily about us. He takes care of other people's needs that way too. I also expected to be writing poems about losing Tracy, but could only come up with the first verse . . . until the last couple days. As usual, God does not work from a formula, especially about grief. His care is as personal as it is loving.

 

All the Words I Did Not Say

 

I thought a lot of you today

despite the words I did not say,

and memories I did not share,

still treasured in my heart somewhere.  

 

But on these "sadiversaries"

I can't hold back the memories, 

and wouldn't want to if I could,

not the sad ones nor the good. 

For you will never cease to be

son of my womb, a part of me,

however old we both may grow

or far apart, our hearts will know

 

that we two started out as one,

joined together mom and son.

And someday we will join again 

not on this earth, but in heaven.

 

 I trust the one whose loving plan,

  holds both our souls within His hands.

I'll greet you, when I'm called heavn's way,

with all the words I did not say.

 

  4/7/25