Haiti's Children

Haiti's Children

Sunday, August 22, 2010

A poem for Bob

I do the things we used to share
But I always lament that you're not there
My days are filled with endless chores
All that were mine and all that were yours

No longer do I cook your favorite meal
For with you gone, it's no big deal
There is no one to cheer my success
 Or help me to clean up the mess

When the pain of sadness brings
Memories of long forgotten things
The memories I cherish the very most
Was when we were so very close

Forgive me that I must shed some tears
For the loss of you after all these years
The Lord is my constant companion now
Before his throne I often bow

I eat, I sleep, I work, I cry
and surprisingly the days go by
But they will never again be the same
This sorrow I must learn to tame

Oh Lord, be with me through this grief
I only ask for some relief
Hold me ever in your hands
And help me understand your plans!

1 comment:

  1. great poem mom...I too miss eating a good meal with the old man and coming over to watch a game with him.

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