The sun is shining in the sky,

Birds are singing way up on high,

The breeze blows softly through my hair,

Once more the spring is in the air,

But wait, there's something wrong I fear,

The reason is that you're not here.

The lilac is blooming in the trees,

I hear the gentle buzz of bees,

In fields and gardens flowers abound,

But still a shadow lingers near,

The reason is that you're not here.

In fields I see baby lambs at play,

The beauty takes my breath away,

But still this sadness deep inside,

The heartache that I try to hide,

To me it is so very clear,

The reason is that you're not here.

Then all at once I realize,

The tears are lifted from my eyes,

How could I be too blind to see,

You've never really gone from me.

I brush away the last sad tear,

My son, you are so very near.

Your smile is the sun that shines on high,

Your laughter, the birdsong way up in the sky,

Your face is in each lovely flower that grows,

Your whisper in the gentle breeze that blows.

You are all around me everywhere,

Wrapping me in your loving care,

How could I doubt, How could I fear,

My darling son, of course you are here.

And here is where you will always stay,

Close by my side both night and day,

Until that day my dream comes true,

And once more I will be with you.

For through that curtain I will pass,

I will see your smiling face at last.

We will walk together hand in hand,

In that bright and beautiful Summerland.

Dedicated to her dear son, Peter ~ 16th June 1974 to 12th August 1991

Today I saw a rainbow, suspended in the sky,

Its colours shone so brightly, as it hung there way up high.

Our life is like that rainbow, at first we shine so bright,

And then we slowly start to fade - as years go rolling by.

But wait! I know a secret I would like to share with you,

Although our earthly bodies fade, our spirit still shines through.

Today I saw a butterfly, with wings red, gold and blue,

It fluttered gently among the flowers, a fragile life soon through.

Our life is like that butterfly, so fragile and so short,

We rush and hurry through the years, with little time for thought.

But wait! I know a secret, I know that this is true,

Although we leave this earth behind, it's not the end for me and you.

Today I saw a perfect rose, its petals soft and sweet,

Too soon those petals start to fall, scattering at my feet.

Our life is like that lovely rose, from bud to perfect bloom,

And like that rose we too must fall, it happens all too soon.

But wait! I know a secret, I wish it to be known,

There is no death, we do not die, we simply just go home.

By Margaret Broughton