Quiet Hour

Where the quite becomes words


Poems, Death

  • The Last Place You Held Me

    If I slipped beneath the world, would your love still reach me?If I looked up from the dimness, would I see the flowers you once left,or have they already wilted in your mind?When the earth shifts around me, it feels like the faint echoof when you remembered me at all.When silence becomes my only companion,I… Continue reading

  • On This Day (Anna ’97 – ’06)

    On this day an Angel was born ten years agoOne with the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seenOn this day the Lord had called her homeThe one with the straightest blond hairOn this day family and friends gather aroundSaying their last words to the lovely girlOn this day nobody said the words “Goodbye”Instead, they… Continue reading

  • Rest

    Go rest now precious one,Your life in eternity has just begun.Now you can walk, your legs are brand new,All of heaven is now in your view.Look all around, it’s all in your sight,There will never be another dark night.Flowers and jewels, the street of pure gold,I can just imagine the smile on your face as… Continue reading

  • You Were Real To Me

    I carried you for such a short time,but it changed everything.You weren’t planned – but the second I knew you were there,I was already yours.As quickly as you came,you were taken from me.I wasn’t ready to lose you.I never wanted to let you go.I watch your siblings growand I wonder who you might’ve been.Would you… Continue reading

  • The Waiting Hour

    The room is hushed, the clock moves slow,Each breath a tide that comes, then goes.You sit beside him, hand in hand,A witness to what time has planned.The days grow quiet, shadows bend,He is gently progressing towards the end.No sudden storm, no violent tide, Just time itself, with nothing to hide.You sit beside him, steady, and… Continue reading