I sit at the table
Eating my dinner,
Just me,
But around me are pictures,
Pictures of those departed,
Departed from my life.
My Dad.
A placid man
Who never raised his voice,
But showed me the way
Into my wonderful life.
He brought music to me,
That music has been with me,
With me all of my life.
And when I listen I think of him,
So he is always with me.
My Mum.
Showed me the way to live,
To live by helping others,
She gave her all to help.
But on her death bed
I recall her final words,
“I have had enough,
I want to go now Andrew”
And that was her final word,
My name was her final word.
My Wife.
That lady of my life
Who I loved with everything,
Everything I had within me.
She was my life,
Now gone,
Taken from me by dementia.
So many, many years we had together,
Years of love and peace of mind,
Never a cross word between us
In all the years of our life together.
Taken from me even though we believed,
That belief is no longer mine.
If christianity was so forgiving
Why did it take her?
She sang its praises ALL her life
But that god and Jesus were not there!
Not there for her!
Or for me!
So I sit at the table
Eating my dinner,
Just me,
With thoughts of them around me.
Yes I miss them
But they can always bring happiness
As in my life with them
There were so many happy times.