Floating clouds in morning sky,
Birds are gathering on a tree,
Feeling low and wondering why,
Your face I miss,
I long to see.
Sounds of cars on roads nearby,
Many people on their way,
To destinations,
They pass by,
A regular sound I hear each day.
I wonder what their lives are like?
Are they happy?
Are they sad?
Thinking of a loved one lost?
The pain so deep,
The grief real bad.
A cheerful sound,
I hear right then,
It is the robins morning song,
He looks towards the place I sit,
At once that dreary feeling's gone.
I must not sit around and weep,
For I am strong,
I'll shake it off,
I have your memory,
It's mine to keep,
For in my heart,
You're never gone.
Jayne Louise Davies
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