Thinking thoughts of him all day long,
And fighting them I try and must.
But as they keep coming back in a song,
I don’t know what feelings I should trust.
I look back and there’s so much in the past
History and memories can’t just forgotten be.
But as I try to move forward I’m aghast
That none is doing the work but me.
One standing in my path and another ahead,
One used to me, the other just a promise.
If I knew the next page would not be sad,
I would not fear what I would miss.
My heart is mine, but not my life:
I belong to the ones I love, my children.
For them I live and will sacrifice,
And bring sunshine from heaven.
KB, January 2009.
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