When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me
I know you'll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand,
that an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready in heaven far above,
and that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
for all my life I'd always thought I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
I thought, just for awhile,
I'd say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
for emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you".
Today for life on earth is past but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
so trusting, and so true.
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.
by: David M. Romano Daddy4sons@aol.com
Copyright ? David M Romano December 1993
He's Not There
The day has come that most mothers fear
The precious life you hold so dear
Has been taken away without a trade
With nothing but heartache to take its place.
You hear a whisper, you hear a sound
In a day sometime you've found
Through your tears you stop and stare
You turn to look, but he's not there.
You wander through the halls and rooms
In your memory his image looms
Your thoughts turn to him instead
What were the words that we last said.
Did you tell him how much you loved him
Did you show him and tell him how much you care
You fight back the tears you cry for him
You whisper his name, but he's not there.
So you come to terms in your own special way
You want that chance once more to say
How much you love him and how much you care
But it's too late now, he's just not there.
? Gay Johnson
This poem was written for Jane in Loving Memory of Joey.
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