"Immeasureable Pain"

"Immeasureable Pain"

A Poem by Jeanne Broome
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A POEM I WROTE IN 2006 as my children and grandchildren had to deal with great pain and hardships in their lives. I had lost my mom and dad nine months apart and was still struggle with that..missing them greatly and asking God to give me the strength to

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"Immeasurable Pain"

 

The pain I feel..it still cling here,

All my saddness here does linger,

Like a Dark cloud over head,

First Born Silent....and Mother Dead.

 

My Youngest lives so far away,

The one he loves has gone astray,

His broken heart makes me feel sad,

His voice betrays the loss he's had.

 

My second born with broken face,

in pain his Body and Soul keep pace,

Defeated heart making the case,

He should rely on God's good grace.

 

My third born with a father's heart cries,

Watching his son through surgeons eyes,

Grandson bravely getting through,

So much grief hurts my heart too.

 

It's easy when the pains not yours,

To close your eyes...to shut the door,

Not so when Children...they are yours,

Sharing the Saddness they endure.

 

If their pain...I could erase,

I'd take them to a better place,

Thank You God...for staying near,

For giving me your listening ear.

 

 Father Your sacrifice was not the same,

Your Son endured immeasurable pain.

So without Your strength we'd not survive,

Thank You God...we are alive.

 

 

© 2009 Jeanne Broome


Author's Note

Jeanne Broome
It was written in 2004 when I was very overwhelmed with grief and it isn't very good...but thought I'd post it anyway. Maybe some else could get something out of it.

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I was born in a small town in Northeastern Illinois called Waukegan. It is on the northeast shore of Lake Michigan, a short distance from the Wisconsin border. When I was 13years old we moved to Ant.. more..

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