Sunday, April 11, 2021

AFTER A LIFETIME TOGETHER, ALONE IN AN EMPTY HOUSE

Its always darker there
At the precipice of life
So near the edge

Here there is no Spring,
Just a gradual Fall...

And the lonely...
Lonely longing
For seasons past

I see you, mother,
In your dark house
With him no longer there

Batallaban
Pero amaban

And us,
Unable to stay

And I see your light
Brilliant in your faith
That emanated our lives

Beacon of life,
Still shining bright

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


And then she died...

Life is daily, yet finite - even for the angels.

rita