Life Went On

The wind, it rustles the leaves
Of that cottonwood,
The one where I buried you
In cold, hard ground
Away from those you loved.

The snow, it covers your tomb,
But I still come to stand
Over you,
Watching robins
On branches above, twitter and sing.

The sun,
It beats down
Scorching the earth
That covers you,
Baking the sod.

But still I come,
And stand over you,
And speak in low whispers
Telling you about the kids.
And how they’ve grown.
Asking you to tell me
What it’s like where you are.

Is it wonderful?
Remarkable, dazzling?
Majestic beyond words? 
When can I come and join you?
My heart is there already.
I have no words to describe
My sorrow that life went on
Without you. 

Carolyn L. Sorrell – Copyright September 2005 – All Rights Reserved