| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Death >> ID #674161 |
| |||||||||||||
|
What Would You Say?
What would you say If you were still here today To see our girls grown Out in the world on their own So lovely, accomplished and bright I must have done something right But sometimes I just wonder What you would say What would you think Would I still get a wink If you saw me today Years older, hair gray You are ageless in my mind Your smile, large and kind But sometimes I just wonder What you would think How would you feel Would you know what is real Or unfulfilled dreams that can never come true Like us simply sharing a moment or two We have gone on without you What else could we do But sometimes I just wonder How you would feel What would you do If it had been me and not you If you stood in my shoes Which path in life would you choose I often think how our story might have read How alone I have been, even though I have wed But sometimes I just wonder What you would do There is a silence Created by your absence It is a place where the sound of a violin or the voices of children can not be heard It is a place where hands can not be held, dreams can not be realized It is a place where memories over time, become like discolored old photographs quietly fading away It is a place where a beautifulsummer evening sky or the funny shape of a cloud can not be shared It is so quiet, so dark. And so I stop, think, stop – and move on.
© Copyright 2003 Hope<is my middlename (UN: ei214 at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Hope<is my middlename has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |