maandag 3 juni 2013

Loss

On this day, or nearly almost
years ago, although it sometimes seems like yesterday
endless sorrow, endless loss
day after day, I realize, I resemble you more and more

Are you still with me as in the beginning
do you still counsel me
do you still encourage me
can I still count on your support

Could I ever assume
that things would go like this
I have to let you go
the memory my only hold

Daddy, a word, so simple as in baby language
do I still make yoy pride
although I scored my last touch down years ago

A picture is all what I have
except talks at the grave
the pain and the anger fading out
time heals all wounds, but this one however still hurts




 






Loss

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