Peter Reginald Senior

Waiting at the Door

I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand

It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops

But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled

I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door

Alison Mary Dunn

Phyllis Frazier Harris

November 15, 2009

Father by Debbie Burgess

A Father is a special gift,
One you think will stay.
You never think the time will come,
When he is called away.

But when the moment comes,
And you never said goodbye.
The pain overwhelms you,
And all you do is cry.

You laughed with me in good times,
And cried with me, when sad.
You always went without for me,
You gave me all you had.

You taught me many things in life,
That I would have to do.
But, Dad, you never taught me,
How to cope with losing you.

Joanne Mum To Alex And Ciara

October 12, 2009