In Grief

IN GRIEF

I listen, but I do not hear
I look, but I do not see.'
I smile, it's only a cover
For the pain inside of me.

I speak, but the words are empty,
I cry, realizing the tears,
Are shed in vain, as no one
Can bring back the happy years.

I grieve, for my love was taken
Without him, I have no joy.
I live, now with just one purpose
To raise our youngest boy.

As the lonely days pass by me,
I feel less and less to give.
And I wonder, "What's God's purpose,
To take him and let me live?"

He had so much more to offer,
He was gentle, kind and brave.
And right to his last day with me,
All his love and strength he gave.

I know I must not question,
Or expect God to tell me why,
So I set in lonely torment
As my own life passes by.

By Clara Scarberry

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