As the tiny Tears Fall
By Pamela Moore

I want to write a story,
Yet there is no one left to read it,
I want to sing a song,
Yet There is no one left to hear it,
I want to reach for glory,
Yet, there is no one left to see it,
My heart aches as the tears fall,
Yet there is no little hands to wipe them,
I want to sit around in a circle,
Yet there is no one left to join me,
I want to ask why and what for,
Yet you reach your hand out to show me,
I want to be happy again,
Yet you make me follow you,
I want my family and friends I ask of you,
Yet you smile and say you are home my child,
As I wipe away the tears and look around,
I am home now,
with loved ones and friends,
Thank you, Lord Amen.