I do not know how much he loved
Only that love was there
I do not know just who it was for
It could’ve been for us all.
I do know, though, how much he struggled
To keep us warm and dry
I saw him sweat on summer days
On Sundays saw him cry.
I do not know how much he hurt
Though I’m sure some hurt was there
If I had to name what took him away
It was loneliness, I’d say.
Chrissy
Regis
Brett
"I Do Not Know How Much He Loved"
well expressed and written.
One can sense such an outpouring of love and portrayal of devotion.
From the Heart of an Artist...
Aberjhani
love,
Susan
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
well done...
Eileen
A haunting piece, one to illicit several reactions and images. Loneliness is a sad place and difficult to survive. Nicely done.
Dennis
Peace,
Josie