Your Smiling Face...

As I sat by your gravesite filled with sorrow and pain, and I let my finger trace over the letters of your name. Reflecting on how sad and empty life feels without you... And then I slowly began to look around me too. And saw all the greenery and how the sunshined, and two blue birds chasing each other around a young pine. Then an inchworm crawling across your stone, caught my eye, and all the stories you told me came rushing back through my mind. And the times we walked together your hand in mine. As you'd point out all the nature that did surround, and the inchworms and caterpillars too we found. And I saw your smiling face. And I recalled you saying by how Gods grace, that caterpillar or inchworm will someday fly. Turning into a beautiful moth or butterfly. And I thought how you too, have left your cocoon, as you said one day we all will do. And how you are now touching the stars you talked of and dreamed, and the flowers you so love, as they bloom. And as I still couldn't help but sit and cry, I felt a peace, yet though inside.