Cheryl A. Caron - Sunday Visit

Sunday Visit


Kneeling before your headstone
I wipe away the tears
Time passes so much slower now
I can’t believe it’s been two years
I take in a deep relaxing breath
Then let out a shaky sigh
I’d made a promise to myself
That this time I would not cry
Stroking my trembling fingers
Across my head and windblown hair
I begin our conversation
As if you were still here

The kids seem to be doing well
You needn’t have a worry
They’re doing fine in school these days
And they’re always in a hurry
I make sure all the bills are paid
But the laundry is never done
You know I hate the folding part
It’s never that much fun
My cooking has gotten better
The clutter has me beaten
I can never find the checkbook
Yet remember if the dog has eaten

You used to make this look so easy
You had a grace I can not follow
At times I think I fail at it
But to dwell would be to wallow
You said you’d want me to move on
Somehow I doubt I ever will
I still get the loneliest at night
Near the space you used to fill
Here’s a drawing from our youngest
She drew the stars with chalk
I’ll be back again next Sunday
I’m glad we had this talk

copyright 2007 Cheryl A. Caron

Cheryl A. Caron

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