Remembrance
My ability to write poetry is great, or so I’ve been told
Here I will still rhyme, but this time I’ll make my words bold
Since you left us it’s been three years and eight days time
Still I promise you this, every second, your memory I hold
I remember the way it was before the good lord took you
Our family was close, but only because we had you for glue
In your absence we have all fled to our own separate lives
To be honest, I’ve spent three years and eight days figuring out what to do
Maybe the answer is to do nothing, to each their own was your way
Then I remember that despite our differences, you loved us all anyway
How you managed this balancing act I’ve wondered many sleepless nights
I spent nineteen years running, and three years and eight days trying to stay
I can’t say like I wish that I’ve turned my life around to something better
For that I still have a long, long road for my weary feet to weather
However there is one thing I’m certain that I can now say that I know
Over the next three years and eight days it’s your love that will help me grow
...who will you be dreaming of?
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