The Good Seat – Tristan’s poem


This poem was written for my niece (Tristan) for her funeral. She was a beautiful, vibrant young lady who could sing like an angel and had a laugh that was infectious.  She died suddenly at the age of 18 from a rapidly-developing condition called Wilson’s Disease.  From her first hospital visit to the day we buried her was less than a week.  The discovery of this disease in our precious girl rocked our entire close-knit family and we have a permanent hole in our hearts for her. But we know she is in a better place now and is singing for the highest of royalty:)


As I sit above the stars tonight

looking down on you,

I see the sadness in your eyes

and the pain you’re going through.


I want so much to reach out my arms

and tell you I’m okay;

but since that’s not allowed up here

I’ll tell in you in other ways.


Look for my smile

when you see a rainbow

stretched across the sky.


Hear my laughter

in a babbling brook

or the ocean waves rolling by.


Feel my touch

when a gentle wind

brushes through your hair.


Look for me.

Listen for me.

My presence is everywhere.


Every time the warm sunshine

shares its rays with you,

that’s me sending you a hug

and my beauty shining through.


You’ll find me hiding in the trees

and the moon and clouds above.

Each time you see a falling star

I’m sending you my love.


So do not weep

like the pouring rain

because you think I’m gone.

I’m just trying

to let you know

I made it safely home.


Poem: A Winter’s Thrill!

6 thoughts on “The Good Seat – Tristan’s poem

    1. Thank you, Nonnie! I absolutely LOVE writing poetry!! My first published poem was one about the Gulf War when I was in the 8th grade:)

      To me, poetry is a magical dance of words and emotions.

  1. Absolutely Beautiful Traci ,Tristian and I share the same birthday,I was there when God took a Beautiful Angel home.It was the most misunderstood shockand saddest thing to see such a young Beautiful young Lady leave this world. In such a quick manor, God has given Rebecca more strength and faith than most could bear.God Bless ou Tristian and Rebecca and Family

    1. Thank you, Kathleen, for visiting my blog and for the beautiful sentiment about my poem. I actually wrote that poem the day we buried Tristan, and read it (or tried to) at her funeral. She was like a daughter to me and her passing was so sudden and unexpected. Within three days, from first symptom to last breath of life.

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