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My life has changed
in so so many ways
It seems to always be
in a state of disarray...
Without you here
by my side
to hold my hand
and be my guide...
I feel like I'm lost...
wandering through each day
waiting and hoping and praying
that you come to me in some way....
I need you to tell me
that it everything will be okay...
If anyone else is saying it
I never hear them on any day...
Nobody will ever be what
You were to me...
It breaks my heart to know
that I will never see...
Your tender face again
Or touch your fragile body
and feel your unconditional
love reserved only for me...
I would give 10 years
of my life to have you
here with me for just
a month or two...
My love for you began
more than 30 years ago
It grew into a kind of love
that few people ever know...
I know I was truly blessed
to have you as my best friend,
My Grannio and my sole supporter
until the bitter end...
I will never forget
how much you gave,
how much you loved,
or how often you saved...
Me - when I was a little girl
from my nightmares
and when I was grown up
from all the evil dares...
You always stood by me
Faithful, strong and true
Til the bitter end
I knew I could count on you...
Now that you're gone
and I'm here alone
I realize more than ever
all that you've done...
To make my life better,
Safer and Secure
By giving me your love
So unmistakebly pure...
I miss everything about you
all that you were to me
every single day I think
of how my life used to be...
When you were here
with Jakob and me
Things were so different
that it's hard to see...
Why God had to take you
away from me and my son
so much, much too soon
before your time had come...
I will never understand
and I will forever fear...
how much life hurts
without you here...
Resource Box - ? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.bellaonline.com/articles/art8364.a sp


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