When Her Hand Left Mine Poem by Phil Soar

It's like she left me on my own, although her love surrounds me
I know this always will be home, these feelings now astound me
Although she moved away from me, quite some time ago
She needs to know I love her, and that always will be so

That moment that I passed her hand to his, I sort of knew
That she was gone for good, and there was nothing I could do
And now a sort of emptiness has filled each waking day
No matter how I'm told it's good, I don't know what to say

Through tears I walk in silence, and my mind has played a game
I know I'll always be her dad, but nothing seems the same
And yet she smiles that silly smile, and I am whole again
A never ending love inside, quite hard to be maintained