I Sit Here

I sit here thinking of a sweet little face

I sit here wondering why such sadness is in place.

I sit here pondering of what our Maya would now be like

I sit here dreaming of a laughing busy little tyke.

I sit here and know what I feel and see in on the inside of me.

I sit here and know that it is in my mind’s eye what I see.

I sit here full of love for our Maya I cannot touch

I sit here with a sorrow that at times is too much.

I sit her and look forward to the joy of Maya’s little sister or brother.

I sit here and feel a love for them that will smother.

I sit here and think of the pain the young ones have had to endure.

I sit here and know that I so treasure them to be sure.

Life must go on I know we cannot return on retreat.

Our memories and love must sustain us on our feet.

There is no point to ask why oh why.

Life is too precious and short to try.

Thoughts, memories and love keep us moving on.

My darling girl, I so wish you were not gone.

Love your Nanna Nola. (July 2005)