the one who is gone
no pain can see,
but who will heal the family?
our sleepy worlds drift off into uneasy repose.
the suddenness of pain awakens us from our slumber,
but too late, o too late.
my sorrow is full
and my tears run true,
but the fears of my nightmares have fallen on you.
it is such a pain that i cannot share
and cannot understand.
please take this humble token of my care...
the Lord will have to take you on from there.
YYour comments are greatly appreciated. nandor@wellington.org