I will never be whole again

I Can Never Be Whole Again

When you died

It may be a cliché thing to say,

You stole a part of me the day,

God took you home to stay,

A part of me now resides in heaven.

That part of me will never be remade.

Until I lay at heaven’s feet,

When we meet,

I will walk and talk,

The way you have always wanted to see me,

Whole and complete,

All wounds will be healed,

We will better understand how the other one feels.

We will understand our life’s ordeal,

Our life’s purpose will be revealed.

In the memory of Pauline V Bortz