Don't Cry

Please don’t start,
I’ll just follow,
This shouldn’t be sad,
Yet is hard to swallow,
This is a brand new chapter
In a book half filled,
So wipe those tears away
And ignore those already spilled…

Please don’t cry,
Pastures new await,
Please don’t cry,
You’re in the hands of fate…

Your breath I see rising
Up into the bitter morning air,
Even now I see tears forming,
A sight I just can’t bear,
Envy builds inside,
I want to escape this place,
But my time has yet to come,
So I save face…

Please don’t cry,
Pastures new are calling,
Please don’t cry
And add to the tears already falling…

I imagine what it’s like,
The rollercoaster of emotions,
The difficulty of saying goodbye
And the losing of devotions,
Letting go is always harder
Than grabbing hold,
But this is something too unique
To be forsaken in the November cold…

Please don’t cry,
Pastures new are within reach,
Please don’t cry,
Just make your goodbye speech…

When your feet leave the ground
Your tears will fall the hardest,
When they land on new terrain
The smile in place will be the widest,
So let go of the life you’re leaving now,
Look forward at what is to be,
Step blindly into the unexpected
And keep your mind open completely…

Please don’t cry,
Pastures new beckon now,
Please don’t cry,
Just take your final bow…

And live the life you’ve always wanted to live…


(my aunty Catherine moved to Australia in November 2008; this is what I wrote after seeing her off)