Sometimes being 'strong'
Means having the courage to ask for help...
You left me here,
All alone...
as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back...
He was throbbing in my arms.
Then my broken heart...
you will never know
of pain until you unearth...
O' how I miss and mourn for mother's voice
That swiftly passed like Autumn's southern breeze...
No chippy claws on wooden floors
No sound of your approach...
I saw your shadow yesterday
blown about the treetops...
She was driving to go and be with him
And had not seen him for a while...
Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders...
You were never that loud,
almost always asleep...
People always say you'll know,
and now, I understand...