What a beautiful day it is, I am because of today. Today is the celebration of the birth of my mother, Roslyn Rayners. Old Lady you may not be here anymore, but not a day goes by that you are not remembered. You live through me, Sherwyn, Chene and your first grandchild Keziah. It feels like only yesterday when you finally embarked on the journey to go live with the Big Man (your Father) upstairs as we sang ‘It is well with my soul‘. Because of you, in celebration of your life. Happy Birthday, Old Lady.
C.R.R. LIV (holding tears)
In the beginning … the universe hued, everything in creation rises within you - as everything in you rest in creation. .A cry, that was a dawn upon a coming of age. A plea of us, tears of us. And that is how our time began. .
From the very first moment our tears and fingers met with an intimate peck you were always there and upon that first smile we shared… you held a tear. .
And with that first gentle touch, shared with smiling eyes forging a forever where even angel’s0 fear to tread. .
Taking the first step together holding my hand in yours you held your breath in disbelief, for since that day you knew, I’ve grown, holding a tear to your heart. .
And as for the last smile, holding your hand in mine. Watching you smile away I hold a tear to my heart butterfly kisses dances, dances within, whispering this moment away. .
Looking deep into you, lounging in your eternal sunrise winnowing petals honoring eternity, rememberances bearing your sigh rests in my cries and I know we’ll… I’ll be fine. .
Till we meet again holding tears in our heart. With tears we’ll meet in tears we’ll part and that is how our hue will forever… begin. .
