As
evening shadows fall, I hear
A song that you once sang to me
To soothe me from a restless sleep.
The notes are still slightly off key.
I sit upon your easy chair
And feel your heart beat close to mine.
I see your face creased in a smile;
The face that I know line by line.
Our living room is growing dark.
The house seems empty and so cold.
Your slippers still wait here for you.
I miss the stories that you told.
I know that life keeps moving on
And that, one day, my heart will see
A smile in someone else' eyes.
But now you still sit here with me.
© 2002 Pam H. Murray
A song that you once sang to me
To soothe me from a restless sleep.
The notes are still slightly off key.
I sit upon your easy chair
And feel your heart beat close to mine.
I see your face creased in a smile;
The face that I know line by line.
Our living room is growing dark.
The house seems empty and so cold.
Your slippers still wait here for you.
I miss the stories that you told.
I know that life keeps moving on
And that, one day, my heart will see
A smile in someone else' eyes.
But now you still sit here with me.
© 2002 Pam H. Murray
May
2, 2002
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