Eight roses for eight years.
I sit and remember you with silent tears.
Thinking of those yesterdays.
All the memories.
Then I start to pray.
A silent prayer from me to you.
Still dreaming of seeing and holding you.
The pain in my heart is ever strong.
Hearing your laughter in a certain songs.
A smell, a whisper, a strangers face.
Sometimes I turn and quicken my pace.
Just a glimpse, a tiny glimmer of hope.
Then into the distance away they slope.
Another day, a week, a month, a year.
Uncontrolable, another silent tear.
Memories of you locked tight in my heart.
Since you left, when my world fell apart.
Yet knowing one day you will be waiting for me.
You and Dad, once again a family.
Another silent tear I dry.
As those days, and weeks, and years pass by.
Kim Hoolihan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-tears-34/
