• jmichaelpoetry 6w

    Many days tears still fall.
    No more phone calls
    just to say hello.
    To let you know
    how things are going.
    No more I love you's
    when I come home.
    You're no longer there
    to pick me up when I fall.
    Although I'm the black sheep
    you were proud of me after all.
    You taught me how to be strong.
    Oh how I wish you weren't gone.
    The Lord has brought you home.
    Left standing but not alone.
    Only memories and
    your picture on the wall.
    Your essence still fills the Halls.

    Jeffery M Egenlauf
    ¬ģJ. Michael Poetry