The Puzzle

The pieces of the puzzle are falling into place;
I feel her arms around me like a heavenly embrace.
My friends from my distant past and days gone by
are reunited in one place; I've had to stop and cry.

Each person on that list has a piece of my heart...
now that they are together, I feel like a piece of art.
Mom worked so hard to make sure that I felt complete
and that to my inner despair I did not retreat.

But you have to experience the valleys to enjoy the view from the top.
And now I am ready to climb up there; this pain has to stop.
But I look down below now, and I see each one lined up
and I'll never again be that low; they won't let me get stuck.

Losing my son has shown me that I have a lot to share;
and I can't wait to show what I've learned with friends who care.