Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Wondering Why

When I am in that twilight state,
Half asleep and half awake,
On fully awakening there are times I find,
I am saying my poetry in my mind.

Sometimes I realize that I am crying,
Grief always present with my son dying,
In this sadness I start the day,
It’s harder than I could ever say.

I don’t know why this has to be,
So little now makes sense to me,
Somehow I manage to go on,
Praying for peace with each new dawn.

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