Slow
Slow day, slow to start, early sun to warm the heart.
just enough to fill you up.
It is a fine day for reflection.
Try to find the silence, between this noisy life.

The past has come and gone, memory's hang in the air.
Stretch in stretching.
The sadness of the loss, of such, my icon.
In the moments that have left us, at the end of the day.
You may only come and visit, in possible
coincidence, in maybes and maybe nots.
The certainty that you hover near, such a need.
The mind still fills with sadness, regret of things
not said, never shared.
Wish you where here right now, sitting next to me
feeling the warmth of the autumn sun.
Wish we could sit awhile , sit a while, in this sun.
Make believe, of all the times, no words need be said.
Just hold my hand in yours, and i would know, and you, you would go.
Don't leave now, sit awhile, lets talk, in silence, lets catch up, in silence.
Lets talk, lets just sit awhile, lets remain silent and know, you going to leave, soon.

It doesn't really matter, what i think, or how i feel, it's never going to happen, we never going to sit again together.....my days of loss.....i miss you Mom.. my Mom             Rae