The Calendar
I check the calendar with fear.
I always do this time of year.
I dread the anniversary day,
The time when He took you away.
God sent his angels down at night,
To bear you up in silent flight.
I wasn’t there to say goodbye.
I turn the calendar and cry.
I’d like to skip these days of pain,
But every year they come again.
I cannot run from loneliness,
The date is every where I guess.
Won a 3rd
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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