Miss
On days which went not right
When evening came to be
I miss the hands and voice
That brought me normalcy.
The remembered days of triumph
When laughter filled the air
Joy-tears welled my eyes … and
Her presence was always there
In sickness and in sorrow
Through all the thicks and thins
Standing there beside me
Those woes she’d help me cleanse
When harsh words or arguments
Invaded tranquil scenes
Her understanding thoughtfulness
Returned the good routines
Situation and circumstance
And twists that fate allow
Caused it all to go away
And oh … I miss her now.
Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2014
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