A time of upset and sadness.
There is a void in my life,
Within my circle of family and friends,
A time of upset and sadness,
When their life now ends.
Although we see they are ill,
And having lots of care,
We just take for granted,
That they will always be there.
As a child you remember the visits,
Although very young yourself back then,
You see them as part of your life,
Even if you only see them now and again.
You remember the stories mentioned,
About the families relatives of old,
As you listened with excitement and intrigue,
As the family history was told.
There will be many questions,
Which you wish you had asked them so,
These may stay unanswered forever now,
Because they had to go.
Written by David Boyce
23 April 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem