Listen With Your Heart

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    Recently, one of the nurses I know through my work lost her son who was eleven...She and her husband lost their only son...His name was John Michael Evans...My heart goes out to them...I wrote a poem which I shared with Heather and her husband Mike...We do not understand things that happen like this; but through our faith, we somehow can carry on...

    The life of John Michael touched many, and he will live on with those who knew and loved him...Juanita Pittman-Brown

    Listen With Your Heart

     Listen With Your Heart...


    Mom and Dad

    I no longer am upon the earth

    But I want you to know

    That I know what your love is worth  --

    I know you will miss me each and every day  --

    I know that you will remember me

    Even though I may seem far away  --

    Truth is you see that I am still with you

    Each and every day  --

    I am with you with the break of sun

    And across the moon beam’s spray  --

    I am with you because you are

    A part of me and one day

    When I see you once again

    On this side of heaven’s line

    We will share what I now know

    As God’s forever time  --

    I will smile with wonder

    At the time we joyfully did share 

    And I will recall with love within

    As I remember how much you both care…

    If you miss me more than you

    Seem to be able to bare

    Just listen with your heart

    And I will let you know with a whisper

    How much I love you

    And for you both how deeply I still care…©

     

    In Memory of John Michael Evans

    Son of Mike and Heather Evans

    By Juanita Pittman-Brown

    July 12, 2009

     

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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