I sit alone here every day, Thinking of the children that were took away. They were my heart they were my soul. They were the thing that made me whole. I have no hope I have no faith, I have no energy, They were the only pride and joy that rose inside of me, And now there’s just an empty space where laughter used to dwell. My heart has got no purpose now, it’s just an empty shell. As I look at children play, in parks and on the beach, I think about my biggest loss, the children I cannot reach. Sometimes I wonder what they think when their mind remembers me. Does they think about the dad they lost, the dad they never see. My days are filled with anger, my nights with painful grief. How I face each day without them is way beyond belief. Their toys are strewn about the floor , Their beds are empty now. Abandoned like the autumn leaves shaken from the bough. There’s nothing left for me to have but distant memories, Of the times we had when they were young and full of energy. I hear their voice inside my head calling out to me. And when I close my eyes to sleep, their face is all I see. But deep within the darkness that lives inside of me, There is a tiny glimmer, a spark that’s hard to see. That spark is just a remnant, of the love that is inside The love which cannot disappear, the love I cannot hide.

By Jeffery M. Lyle

January 15, 2009