For Rene and Wilson
Each dawn I reach out from restless sleep to hold her close to me
All I touch is a cold silent empty space and I wonder why it had to be
How is it possible the Planet still spins with such energy and life
When she is no longer part of it; my dearest, dearest wife
Now there’s a smothering silence with flitting shadows on the walls
Broken at times with low echoes of her sweet laughter and fond calls
I still see her at the table as we planned with yesterday’s dreams
Seeking our tomorrows together and learning from where we’d been
Such a wonderful comforting sight after returning from distant places
The sudden joy of finding her waving mid a cheering sea of faces
Together, hugging, laughing and loving once again
Long before those flitting shadows on the walls and deep biting pain
Some said time will heal all after several seasons
There were others who tried to help, offering other reasons
Yet for me when night arrives, I am still restless and blind
The house is silent, empty and my sweetheart I cannot find
There was of course the most fortunate part of my life
When she agreed to become my wife
How lucky could a soldier bloke be?
For each glorious hour we had together, my precious girl and me
I see her in the garden, by the front gate or walking down the street
The beautiful memories flood me day after day, yet we never meet
There will be a time when I turn a special corner I know not where
I will find her smiling, waving and waiting for me there.
George with his daughter Sharon
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