For the lost, our little heart will pine

Remembrance, anniversaries in the mind
The date, the number, year return again
The painful feelings flood up, unresigned

Yet were these rituals once a  good design
To shed the many tears that still remain?
Remembrance, anniversaries of the mind

And to the lonely mourners are they kind?
They make the loss of love so very plain
The painful feelings well up, unresigned

Those who cannot see, the wilful blind
And those who withold love cause helpless pain;
Remember in the solitude of  mind

For the lost, our little heart will pine
The wildness of the feelings is untamed
The painful facts are noticed, undermined

Death is  here and tears flow out unfeigned
The symbols of normality disdained
Remembrance, anniversaries hit the mind
The painful feelings rise up and resound