Here is my entry for comfort you will find other entries here.
My sister comforting her SammySams.
He was 14 yrs old when he went home.
by Deb Maciorowski©
A day of sweet sorrow
Will there be a tomorrow?
How can this be?
I can’t imagine life without thee.
It is true, presently we are apart
But yet there’s joy in my heart.
Try that I may to not shed a tear
Oh, tomorrow come near.
For, someday my sweet sorrow.
I will see that tomorrow.
Until then, dear Prince of Peace
Hold close my beloved deceased.