When the waves of Sorrow lap at your feet,
And they work up to your heart.
Silver hued tears run down your cheeks,
And naught but sadness does impart.

Think of this place called Rainbow’s Bridge,
And the wondrous glory there.
A silent shadow looks down from a ridge,
And stands on edge your hair.

What is this wondrous graceful sound I hear,
That whispers to me on the breeze?
It is a sound that whispers peace,
And fills my heart with ease.

Is this my love that comes to me,
And whispers on the breeze?
It seems to say feel not guilt,
Listen to my whispers please.

Daddy, mommy, I Love You,
Forever and one day.
In your heart feel not blue,
Just listen to what I say.

I speak to you with sounds of love,
From high upon this ridge.
I wait for you to come above,
I’m happy at Rainbow Bridge.

Written by© LoboWolf
aka Don Dade
10/03.2003

Have you ever listened to the whispers
of a teardrop shed in remembrance?
Memories of moments spent together
glistening in the sound of a teardrop.
So many emotions in one single tear.

Listen closely to a single teardrop as
it does fall from the eyes of love.
Listen with your heart to it's message
Speaking of times spent side by side
in the sunshine of a summer day.
Dancing in the rain bringing coolness
to a thirsty land.

The knowledge in a tear that love
is always near. One who has
always been there in spirit is only
a heart beat away. Gentle caring
heart given unconditionally. Giving
all, nothing held back

The memories in a tear of acceptance
for who you are. Seeing all the colours
sparkling in one silver drop

Gentle soothing music in the sound of
a teardrop. Let it's melody ease your heart.
Let it's loving memories bring peace
to a grieving soul. The reflections of a
loved one always near engraved on it's
silver beauty.

Always

© BarTendersBluesWolf
Aka J.C. Stewart

I thank you for the living years
Days filled with fun and love
When I walked this earth by your side
Before I was called above.

No longer a silly ball of baby fuzz
No longer a proud brave youth
No longer a strong and noble friend
What's left is just me, just my truth

For I have changed so many times
Yet somehow you've always loved me
Without seeing that what you really loved
Was inside of me not what you should see

I am now free from imprisonment
I am no longer shackled by pain
Please do not feel that I am gone
For we will see each other again

But you worry that the details may dim
That one day you'll forget my face
Like your clothes, my face has changed many times
What you loved is my inner grace

As time stole my beauty and strength
And dimmed my hearing and sight
Our love was not dimmed in the least
And you became my beauty and light

Should you now see the sweet innocent face of a child
Or the strong and brave face of fiery youth
Or the steadfast face of a trusted friend
Or the grizzled face old with the truth

Now that I do not reside in this plane
Don't worry if my earthly guise you can't see
Remember my inner spirit and light
The me that your heart always could see.

(c) Candace

Rest in peace my beautiful boy
Your loving Mum