Guest post: Betty Winslow

Gone

By Betty Winslow in memory of her daughter, Lisa










When the door opened, my world rocked on its axis.

The uniforms said my daughter, my firstborn, was dead.

Gone.

Time stood still as I absorbed the scream inside,
then rushed by as I went to tell my world.

Gone.

Her damaged body was put into the earth unseen.
My arms ached to hold her just once more.

Gone.

The shock wore off as the pain wore on and on,
but God’s song filled the hole His call to her had left.

Gone.

Someday, I’ll hear His voice calling me.
I’ll leave this place of sorrow and I’ll join them.

Gone.