The Love You've Lost
I see you come through my front door.
I know how you must feel.
You can't deny the weight you bear;
But give it time to heal.
She meant a lot to you, I know.
Good Mothers often do.
To know what you must feel you owe;
But cannot see it through.
Her love for you was wise and strong.
Yet comforting and kind.
Don't ever doubt that she belongs
With God for all of time.
So think of all the good times dear.
The bad times are so few.
And soon my friend, you shall not fear
What will become of you.
Lisa Johnson
4-9-98