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No matter who I have met, they never seem to feel like enough

I try to overlook things I see in their eyes, but somedays those visions

are so clear, nothins there.

The wind changed

sometimes it's hard to understand Gods design

it's the time spent together that counts

more than blood. time counts the most

after that, time remains, regret is a killer.

I'm sad today because everything I thought was me

just flew away like a leaf in a breeze on a fall afternoon

so lonely for?

not really sure?

I'm sad today because it's so hard to pick up

where you got left off, especially when the drop off

was done by anothers will power.

I still look for his face in the crowds.

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Guest Nicholas

With acknowledgement to Bjorn Ulvaeus & Benny Andersson (ex-ABBA):

Schoolbag in hand, he leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch him go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing him forever

And without really entering his world

I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter

That funny little boy

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see whats in his mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

He keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, him and me at the breakfast table

Barely awake, I let precious time go by

Then when he's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling

And a sense of guilt I cant deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures

The places I had planned for us to go

(slipping through my fingers all the time)

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't

And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see whats in his mind

Each time I think I'm close to knowing

He keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture

And save it from the funny tricks of time

Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand he leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

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Love, Loss, Pain, Endurance. My heart reaches out to you both in gentle understanding and care.

Blessings and Courage, Carol Ann

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