But I miss her so much, I cannot let go.
I simply don't know how.
The sound of her voice, that gentle light touch
How can I not so deeply miss her?
I simply don't know how.
Reaching out for the phone, as I did each morning.
To tell her about something silly and have a giggle.
I have to remember she not here.
But I don't know how.
The other million little things, all the time they come,
Leave me with a pain so raw...and now I think,
When its time for me to go,
I hope I don't leave you, my children, in the same way.
But I don't know how.

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