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Loneliness and Aftermath
When I was but a little girl,
My father would kiss my forehead.
I would sit upon his lap,
And he'd tuck me into bed.
A lullaby he would sing to me,
In husky dulcet tones.
But his voice no longer lingers here,
And I am all alone.
His warmth is gone from everywhere.
He ceased to laugh. He ceased to sing.
But forever in my heart, my mind,
Will I let his memories ring.
Now today, he lay to rest.
Forever his eyes will close.
He'll sleep with in the churchyard.
Next to other ghosts in rows.
So many people lay here,
their breathing stilled and buried.
The bodies cold and tranquil.
Their souls away been carried.
My father lays among them.
Now I must live on.
But forever will I miss the times
Into his lap I was drawn.
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