Nothing Would Be The Same
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
As I sit down, I realized something is not right.
He may be missing, but I won't give up without a fight.
Oh how I will try to get him to stay.
We are both used to having things a certain way.
If he leaves, nothing will ever be the same.
I sit here and cry as I softly say his name.
Our nights will become lonely and long.
Oh how could someone do this, it is so wrong?
I miss him so much, I want him totally back.
Not like part of us is dying, slowing coming off the track.
Oh I am praying that the doctors will have something good to share.
I won't have a night of mourning, for it isn't fair.
I know that he is not alone, I can help him get through this.
And with each day he becomes stronger, I will bend down and kiss.
He is my life, he is my love, and now he will know.
So please wake up, Chief, so that I can show.
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