| Remembering What is this thing called remembering Why does it bring me so much pain, All I want to do is see the dear one But remembering makes tears fall like rain. When will this thing called remembering Let this constant hurting go away, Will there ever be a time I can laugh again The way I used to do every single day. Why can't this thing called remembering Bring me laughter and cheer and joy, Why does it make me hurt so bad Each time I think of my sweet boy. Will I ever again love remembering Can I look forward to days that are glad, Does this hurt ever ease when I recall Those days when I was not so sad. Please God, show me how remembering Was truly meant to be, Help me understand through my grief That remembering is the best thing for me. Copyright May 1999 Jarrett's Mom |
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