Loss of a Loved One

A simple encounter with a stranger who had just lost her husband made me reflect on the impact of losing a precious loved one. Sadly this is something most of us have either gone through or will go through. That does not make it any easier.

When you reach out to touch, there’s nobody there,
When you whisper “I love you”, there’s no one to hear.
Thoughts and concerns now yours alone to keep,
Lying in your empty bed, searching  for sleep.


Friends to support you, sometimes it’s too much,
All you really yearn for is that old loving touch,
And the words  that reassured you everything was all right;
A light’s gone out in your life, now you face the long night.

No discussions on decisons, now it’s only your choice,
What to do next? Oh! how you long for that voice.
On a trip to the shops or a meal out for one
It’s obvious a new chapter in your life has begun.

And yes life must go on, still you can’t help realise
You’re no longer being watched by those old loving eyes;
Going through the motions, one day at a time you take,
Sharing with the empty space your endless heartache.

Don’t be angry with the world for being left out in the cold,
Be grateful for the memories that forever you’ll hold.
Alone, but never alone, over those memories you’ll cry;
Maybe torn apart by death, but your love will never die.


The Old Man in the Rocking Chair

Sitting on a porch, watching the sun go down
and thinking back on how life used to be….old-man-in-rocking-chair-new-frame-1

The old man is rocking
In his rocking chair,
The old man is watching,
A different world out there;
His old blue eyes
Covered with a misty hue,
Remembering another world,
The world in which he grew.

Time doesn’t stand still,
The world has to move along;
“Times they are a changing”
That old Bob Dylan song.
But the old man in his rocking chair,
Rocking gently to and fro,
Is hankering after yesteryear,
For the times he used to know.

When people used to show respect,
A respect that was returned;
Being kind and considerate,
At an early age was learned.
When knowledge was the quest,
There was a yearning to discover,
Not obsessed with social media,
Video games, reality TV undercover.

When your privacy was respected,
There wasn’t the need to hide,
And with your friends and family
You could openly confide.
When people didn’t track you
Every hour of every day,
Trying to record
Every single word you say.

When you used to have conversations,
Talking face to face,
Didn’t need a computer,
Or some network interface.
When you were still at liberty
To speak what was on your mind,
Before political correctness
Turned our liberty blind.

When the pace of life was slower,
More time was what we had,
Now there’s no time for anyone,
It’s makes the old man sad.
A tear rolls down his cheek,
Out of his old blue eye;
The old man rocking there,
The old man wondering why.

The old man is rocking
In his rocking chair,
The old man is watching,
A different world out there;
His old blue eyes,
Covered with a misty hue,
Remembering another world;
He loved the world he knew.