I know that you would not want me to hurt.
I do though....
I know that you would not want me to cry.
I am though....
I know that you would not want me to be sad.
I am though...
I know that you know what I am trying to say...
but I can only stutter.
Just like the first time I met you.
I stuttered then also.
Could not believe that you would accept me,
or talk with me on so many occasions.
With all the millions of people that you met,
You always remembered our last visit word for word.
Rest in Peace my friend.
You are where no one can hurt you any more.
©Lady Heather O'Brien, 1997 |