The footsteps on the stair

The face l loved to see I see no more

The face that I called dear I now deny

Nor do I hear your footsteps at the door.

, but like the Cheshire cat you left your smile

My riven heart expands to feel like this

Many others loved you and your eyes

How fortunate was I to feel this bliss?

I miss your conversation warm and wise.

After such deep love there is a hole.

I do not know what I should do today

The mind unconscious works by night and prayer

I thank you for your loving mind and ways

We should be grateful for the love we made