…AND I HEAR YOUR VOICE
My heart aches with tearful memories of you.
Your loving ways were all I ever knew.
The day you left me, forever alone,
I was far too young to have ever known.
The world embraced such cruel and harsh ways.
And I’d find myself vulnerable one day.
The small woman-child, you knew me to be,
The one who use to bounce upon your knee,
Has learned overtime to grow within,
And for myself, I’ve learned to defend.
There’re times at night when I hear your voice.
I lie and sleep on a pillow that’s moist.
Tears of despair, I remember your face.
Knowing that I shall forever hold you,
-Within my heart’s -special and secret place.