Sometimes I Miss The Bliss of Ignorance

This post began taking shape through some very precious get togethers with friends of Lucy's who have now become friends of mine.What bittersweet joy these friendships hold...(for both sides)as we near the 7 mo. mark since she left this world for the next. Today since this communitymourned/mourns the loss of a dear wife, mother and friend... This poem is writtenIn Loving Memory of Kelly and Lucy These photos were lovingly composed mementos from a caring friend... Sometimes I miss the bliss of ignorance borne happilyTill sorrow tore the front door from the hinges of my heartAnd I welcomed in strangers who were friends waiting to beTo teach me lessons about love and friendship’s priceless part/art Sometimes, in the raw longing of remembering Her faceI fear that I would trade them all for one more sacred chance/danceTo linger without looking at the clock, in the embraceBetween hello and the farewell that Time never recants Sometimes goodness and mercy’s Tender Shepherd steals my breathHe comforts me; and crowns my grief with joy, words cannot spellHe draws my want beyond the somber outer folds of death(Futile to lean upon the place where last Her shadow fell) Beyond the somber outer folds of Death, I gaze becauseThe bitter cup of grief when tipped is like a curtain-riseThen, sometimes when I miss the bliss of ignorance, I pauseAnd thank God for the unveiling of angels in disguise © Janet Martin