The chill of late autumn mimics the chill of my soul.
Since you left, my heart is broken.
There’s no place left to go.
I walked down to the lake today, sat on the bank and cried.
The dogwood that you planted there
Is withered black and dry.
Only a few sparse leaves are clinging, like memories in my heart.
As I hung my head and sat there
I could feel the teardrops start.
Hopeless and helpless, I held my knees, trying to get a grip.
Talking to God and begging please
As useless prayers spilled from my lips
I told Him I was angry because He didn’t keep you alive.
He didn’t answer why the cancer
Took you at only thirty- five
I have to go home to our children now and tell them mommy is gone
I wish I could stay here somehow
I feel so lost and all alone
A gentle wind blew from the lake and caught a burnt black sail
And a dogwood leaf filled with grief
Trembled silent and fell
I remember you lying in the hospital bed saying I had to carry on
I love our children but I’m bewildered...as to how
Now that my love and life are gone
The hour is getting later and darker; endless tendrils of tomorrow
Like the dogwood’s tiny fingers...lingering
Clawing the hem of heaven in sorrow
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