The Way It Was

THE WAY IT WAS
By Leonard Kleeman

My daughter said, "I want it to be the way it was."
And I said, "My dear, that cannot be" and she cried.
I went to my wife's grave
and I watched and I waited and I cried.
I said, "I want it to be the way it was."
The clouds rolled in and hid the sun
And I heard a voice say, "That cannot be."

I walked along a beach and watched 
the sinuous curve of the waves roll in.
Then they slowed and the curve became flat and
there were no more waves.
The ocean was still and the birds didn't fly.
And I said, "I want it to be the way it was."
The voice said, "That cannot be." 

I went home and I was alone.
The lights went dim and the house got cold.
So I said, "I want it to be the way it was."
And a voice said, "That cannot be."

It is said that the only constant is change.
But, some things can never change.
I told my daughter that I loved her 
and 
I will always love and miss her mother.
That will never change.
That will always be 
the way it was.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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September 18, 2013 at 12:44 AM
Beautiful yearning for the gone, Leonard
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