If You Were Still Here...
If you were still here what would my life be
Would I have grown into the true, real me
That still struggles with memories, but perseveres and goes on
Some days I feel like am running a con
I try to
feel happy, but it just isn't there
Happiness all around me - it just isn't fair
I can fault no one, just living their lives
Why do I ALWAYS have to be one that strives?
Just living is hard - getting dressed
is a chore
Some days, I feel burned down to my very core
But, go on, because I must. There really IS NO choice
Because, if I don't, who will share your voice
And spread kindness, and hope, that came from
your very core
I have to go on, since you can't, anymore
Though I question choices made on that fateful night
And so many paid the cost for a choice just not right
I will go on, and carry your banner of
love
Until one day we meet, again, up above
And we hug, say "I love you", and kiss you on MY spot
And we go on, together, the eternity we've got
To play with the "babies", you've been with all this time
Admit, at times was jealous; but will be able to climb
And run and frolic in the meadows of gold
With no fear of being alone, or just growing old
My job will be done, but it isn't quite done yet
So I will keep persevering, until with you, I get
Connie R Jordan...
I love you, and miss you, Poetry Hope Dotson!!! 032089-042410
Aunt Connie... and Motion
(Written between March 20, 2018-April 12, 2019)
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