To Mom

We're picking up boxes of things
that belonged to you
Seems like the finality of your death
has finally set in

The clothes that you once wore
Won't be needed
The TV set you watched
Will  be silent

It's sad when a life comes down
To a few boxes
That hold the possessions
That remained yours

But your life is measured by more
Than what was left behind
It's the memories that you left
For all of us to treasure

And the lives that you touched
Will all be richer
Because you were part of them
You made us all better

Enjoy the rest of eternity
Brightening things in Heaven
And wait for us all to join you
And be a family again