On a chilly day in October
As I sit at my desk and write.
The room is warm and cozy,
But I'm cold as a stone tonight.

Sadness loomed the forcast
On this gray and rainy day.
Clouds hung heavy with heartache
And tears poured down like rain.

The hardest thing about living
Is when we say good bye
To those that left before us
With no answers as to why.

So safe with in our keeping.
Is their laughter in our tears.
And the memories of their smile
Is how we keep them near.

© Linda Burger
10/28/03