Missing someone © Tony Fallon 030918.
I sat there and cried
The awful morning that you died
For weeks we had watched you in distress
While the doctor’s said there was no progress
Injections morphine and pills
No more to return to your home in the hills
No more to look out at the River Shannon
We said prayers nightly with the Cannon
I’m not sure I understood
About God only taking the very good
Why for the good must we say amen?
And leave a husband with sad children
Leaving behind half a loving pair
And at the table an empty chair
No more will she help in the meadows
But on her grave will be a big red rose
Why oh why was it her time
Barely forty in her prime
No more will she feed the lamb or calf
No more shall we hear that hearty laugh
No more shall she hear wild birds sing
Nor teach her children the Highland fling
No more shall she hear the Christmas noise
Of children opening Santa’s toys
Never will she see a wedding dress
No grandchildren will she caress
I think that was the day I became aware
That life for some reason is often unfair.
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