Poetry from the Generations 

Alone
by Velma M. Carlson

I walk the Appalachian Trail,
Two miles every day.  

Leaving Camp at seven-thirty;
Time doesn’t seem so long that way.

  As I walk along, sometimes I cry
And feel so sad, alone.

Nice to be with my children
But, I’m nearer to him at home.

I guess you know just how I feel?
That half of me is gone?

No matter what I try to do
The days are – Oh, so long.

  Everyone is very kind.
They do so much for me.

But they can’t heal my aching heart.
For that will always be.  

Someday, I know I’ll be with him.
That he will come for me.

I can’t help being sad with grief
Our love will always be.  

He said, “someday one of us will go
And the other be alone –

But the love we had
Will linger on.”

And now I know it’s so.

  1987

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