September 25, 2012 in Real Life Stories
Twelve Months On
I walk along the sands as we did before
The only trouble is it makes me miss you more
I talk to you as I walk along, but wind is strong, no one can hear
But in my heart I know you are near.
The beach cafe’s not the same sitting alone
Although they make me feel at home
The people I greet as they pass by
I wonder if they know I would like to cry
Seeing them as couples is hard to bear
I suppose if you have not suffered you do not care.
The heavy rain so reminds me of the day we laid you to rest
We tried so hard to sing our best
I will always think of you in the pouring rain
I wonder – did you want to go, or remain?
You are always there, where ever I roam
Be it at church or in our new home
I am sure the bungalow would have suited you
Even tho’ some ones tried to spoil the view.
Celebrating Alan’s 80th will not be the same
I have no doubt we will speak your name
But you will be missing – a vacant place
Can we forget the heart of gold and loving face.