Several weeks ago, I was asked to paint my first commission of 2021. I am honored to be a part of a friend’s grieving process. Trey, you were and are so loved.
Her lips were purple,
her face a powder white. I knew my baby sister wasn’t right.
“She’s now in heaven,”
said a mother torn in grief. “For the first time she knows relief.”
An unfinished pine box,
made by my father’s hands. Everyone in a daze of funeral plans.
“Goodbye baby sister,
there are few as strong as you. We won’t forget battles you fought through.”
Holding tight the ribbon,
my balloon dark maroon. Let it go. Watch the crowd disperse too soon.
Just a memory
in a five year olds mind. Deepened with my seasons and outlined.
©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef
Photo of Hosanna Joy and Mary Grace.
Original drawing and poem by Mary Grace van der Kroef
When you long
When your strong
Though you’ve lost
Know the cost
When there’s hope
Through grief you cope
When one is gone
Yet life goes on
This grief is never wrong
©Mary Grace van der Kroef 2020
Note: Many of the images I draw and add writing to have spelling mistakes. It may be unprofessional to share them, but I don’t care. The raw images hold meaning for me. So I still share them as is. Thank you for understanding and reading despite my mistakes.