Not The Way I Did Poem by Edwina Reizer

So many friends came to call
but they never knew you, not at all.
Not the way I did.
They looked and said, 'How good you look.'
But they never knew just what you took.
Not the way I did.
They said, ' I wonder how he died? '
But not one teardrop had they cried.
Not the way I did.
When the viewing was over they just left.
But none of them went home bereft.
Not the way I did.

For you were everything to me.
Cards were sent in sympathy.
I read each one, then put them away
and knew they'd not miss you every day.
Not the way I did.