Tears On My Pillow
It’s been four months since the turn
of the year
and I still find it hard to believe
that I lost you – someone so very dear.
Try as I might, I still need to grieve.
Putting everyone before yourself,
trying to see the good in all.
Even when in the worst of health.
Still you stood tall.
When life gets tough
and I just can’t help feeling blue.
I sit down, close my eyes and, sure enough,
find myself thinking of you.
The bun on your head, the apron strings,
cooking and taking care of the old man.
And when I hear ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’
there’s ‘Tears On My Pillow’, Nan.
Although the last year or so was scrappy,
when I look up at the stars
I know that you are happy,
now, wherever you are.
and I still find it hard to believe
that I lost you – someone so very dear.
Try as I might, I still need to grieve.
Putting everyone before yourself,
trying to see the good in all.
Even when in the worst of health.
Still you stood tall.
When life gets tough
and I just can’t help feeling blue.
I sit down, close my eyes and, sure enough,
find myself thinking of you.
The bun on your head, the apron strings,
cooking and taking care of the old man.
And when I hear ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’
there’s ‘Tears On My Pillow’, Nan.
Although the last year or so was scrappy,
when I look up at the stars
I know that you are happy,
now, wherever you are.
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