Eight roses for eight years. <br />I sit and remember you with silent tears. <br />Thinking of those yesterdays. <br />All the memories. <br />Then I start to pray. <br />A silent prayer from me to you. <br />Still dreaming of seeing and holding you. <br />The pain in my heart is ever strong. <br />Hearing your laughter in a certain songs. <br />A smell, a whisper, a strangers face. <br />Sometimes I turn and quicken my pace. <br />Just a glimpse, a tiny glimmer of hope. <br />Then into the distance away they slope. <br />Another day, a week, a month, a year. <br />Uncontrolable, another silent tear. <br />Memories of you locked tight in my heart. <br />Since you left, when my world fell apart. <br />Yet knowing one day you will be waiting for me. <br />You and Dad, once again a family. <br />Another silent tear I dry. <br />As those days, and weeks, and years pass by.<br /><br />Kim Hoolihan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-tears-34/
