I can not seem to see you anymore.
Not clearly anyway.
Why do you hide in shadows,
Avoid the light of my love,
Cover your face with you hands?
Speak in hushed whispers,
That only I can hear?
I miss your face of sunshine,
Your hugs of reassurance.
Your inviting laughter of gaiety.
Your innate wisdom,
So liberally dispensed.
Without your light to guide me,
More and more, I am often lost.
Grown man or not,
Without you I'm still a child.
The flowers I brought you last time,
are now brown and wilted.
And your headstone
Needs a good cleaning.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
I can not seem to see you anymore.
Not clearly anyway.
Why do you hide in shadows,
Avoid the light of my love,
Cover your face with you hands?
Speak in hushed whispers,
That only I can hear?
I miss your face of sunshine,
Your hugs of reassurance.
Your inviting laughter of gaiety.
Your innate wisdom,
So liberally dispensed.
Without your light to guide me,
More and more, I am often lost.
Grown man or not,
Without you I'm still a child.
The flowers I brought you last time,
are now brown and wilted.
And your headstone
Needs a good cleaning.
For my mom, died too
soon at only 54.