It still seems strange to be alone,
When I was with you all those years.
There are sunny moments when I forget
Then you’re there again … and I am full of tears.
Friends and family … all are kind
I’m blessed with what I have.
It heals the wounds that I bear
It’s like a gentle salve.
Someday I’ll laugh and smile again
When I think of you
But for a little while, my dear
There is still an ache or two.
Printed in New Hope newsletter, April 2010
