Pining for...
Monday, August 22, 2005
Countless times it have been,
Staring in the mirror during sleepless nights,
Shedding tears of sorrow and guilt,
That never seems to dwindle.
Looking back in time,
That is when I realised,
I don't think I ever told you,
How much I appreciate the things you do.
You have been there when I cried,
And always known when I've lied.
You taught me how to read and write,
And punished me when I committed a terrible mistake.
Reminiscences of the mourning,
Are never rejoicing.
The funeral is sad -- very painful indeed.
Putting makeup on a person,
That is breathing no more.
How heart-rending is that?
She is no longer alive.
No amount of blusher will adjust that.
People come offering their condolences,
Crying their very hearts out,
Thinking that maybe it will ease the pain a little.
They are wrong, so very wrong.
No words will ease the pain
I dislike when people attempt to comprehend,
They can't understand for they are perpetually blessed.
I guess they don't recognise that,
Words will not heal,
Hugs will not help,
Tears will not bring her back,
And the grief will not stop.
I used to think that tears will wash away the sorrow.
How very adolescent I must have been,
For time will never wash away our dear memories.
It will only fortify the importance of her company.
In times of distress,
I could do nothing without you.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Life is hardly complete with your loss.
--Mary HAD a little lamb--
9:28 pm