My Very Last Poem Poem by Cecil (cj) Krieger

When the night wind blows
And I quietly sit alone
While the television hums in the background
Words come to me

Sad words of longing
And poetry that speaks of tenderness
I want to remember happier times
Your smiling face filled with laughter
That echo from places
Now so far, far away

Especially the sound of your voice
That I have dearly loved
And committed to memory
A voice you now share with others

So with these words
In this ungodly morning hour
I write my last poem
To you