Exists your life.
You sit remembering
You had a wife
And laughter used to be
An easy thing.
You almost seem to hear
The songs she'd sing.
You rest a while deep in
Her favorite chair.
You fight the tears and
Battle your despair.
You know you must go on
But not quite how
You'll find a way when life
Is different now.
A mournful cry comes floating
Through the night.
You sit without the presence
Of a light.
Then, like a dream, you feel
Her touch your face.
You feel her kiss as just
The slightest trace.
She lets you know that
She is always near.
You softly brush away
One final tear.
© 2002 Pam H. Murray
Apr
24, 2002
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