Jesus Called Me Home
Take these hands of mine...
On a sunny springs day,
I stood watching my mothers pale face...
Dear daddy...
Sometimes I wish you were here...
Wise ,old , sick,
she passed on...
Couldn't wait till i got home
to pass the time in my room alone...
I sit where we use to lay together
in the middle of the night...
They say that memories are golden,
maybe this is true...
Theres a little girl , shes staring blankly ,
with eyes to big for her head...
Memories come flooding through my brain,
And all I see is hurt and pain...
We've both been through so much.
Gotten lost in the dark...
Petal by petal falls off the aged rose..Like the...
~A Widow's Poem Of Grief~
Whispering stars of yesteryear...