Degrees of Love by Faye Jones
She loved him and the life they had.
When he was no longer
there for her
she let him go.
Another loved him too.
He was her soul mate.
They were born of the same parents.
Only because she loved him so
She let him go.
They all loved him.
He was of their clan,
Their motto "always here for each other."
They knew what he would want.
So they could let him go.
Oh how they loved him.
He was their child too.
All had watched him grow.
They felt his pain so--
They could let him go.
The old ones in his life need him.
He made them someone special.
They have their memories, so
They let him go.
The ones he played with enjoyed him.
He made an impression on them.
They miss him, but
They let him go.
There was a little one.
He was not old enough to know--
Oh but he would have loved him so,
And he would have had to
Let him go.
Oh but the ones that bore him,
Even though they need him so
They loved him too much not to
Let him go.
For all the ones that loved him so,
Our comfort is in knowing we
Let him go
To the One that loves him more.
When he was no longer
there for her
she let him go.
Another loved him too.
He was her soul mate.
They were born of the same parents.
Only because she loved him so
She let him go.
They all loved him.
He was of their clan,
Their motto "always here for each other."
They knew what he would want.
So they could let him go.
Oh how they loved him.
He was their child too.
All had watched him grow.
They felt his pain so--
They could let him go.
The old ones in his life need him.
He made them someone special.
They have their memories, so
They let him go.
The ones he played with enjoyed him.
He made an impression on them.
They miss him, but
They let him go.
There was a little one.
He was not old enough to know--
Oh but he would have loved him so,
And he would have had to
Let him go.
Oh but the ones that bore him,
Even though they need him so
They loved him too much not to
Let him go.
For all the ones that loved him so,
Our comfort is in knowing we
Let him go
To the One that loves him more.
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As you read this poem view all the different kinds of Love one person can generate from so many different groups of people he touched. The poem is written by a mother when her thirty-five year son died after enduring a three month semi-coma caused by injuries sustained in a work related accident. The quality of life prognosis was very discouraging.
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this is a beautiful poem. It means so much to someone who has lost a loved one, thank you for sharing this with us. I was looking for words to comfort a friend in need.. - J.G. |
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i really really like this poem! - Ryan |
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I think this is a very touching story. This person was loved very much. - Pam |
