Sunday, August 09, 2009
Where did she go?...
this is me
so long ago
I dare not
count the time.
Twelve years ago today, Michael killed himself.
I'm not angry any more.
No one else should be either.
Be glad I didn't lose my smile forever.
Be glad there are people in my life who do not
hesitate to let me know they love me.
Be glad that I can let those people know that I
love them back.
Be glad that I still believe my life is worth living.
I look forward to the next breath and the next day.
However many of those there will be, I will be glad
to have lived them all.