Poetry from the Generations 

In Sympathy
by Velma M. Carlson

Everybody was so kind, and everybody
Cared.
And extended their deepest sympathy
My sorrow they tried to share.
Their flowers and cards were nice
To see
Like a dream, that’s how it was to me.

  That’s all past and now I am alone
In the “little white house” that
Was our home.

  People who cared seem to forget
But now he is gone and I cannot
Cry yet.
Forgotten by friends that used to be
That’s how life is for you and me.
We were born to die, to go to sleep.
Nothing we can do about it, no
Matter how much we weep.

  The loneliness is mine, and
Mine alone.
And I know it will always be.
He can’t be too far away, as
I feel he is close to me.

  And in the years that lie ahead,
I pray he will always be.

  1987

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