this poem is for/about my dad. mom died a few months back. he's lost. so i wrote this poem about how i see him

there's a silence
in this house
a silence
quite as a mouse
a silence
that echoes thru his heart
a violence
that touches his soul
a silence
that is his whole

an old man
who can bairly stand
so he sits
and remembers
all those years
a silence in his tears

he eats
he sleeps
in the silence he weeps
he keeps
a memory alive

in his heart
in his mind
he still can find
the one he loves
she is
all he thinks of

he waits to die
he wonders why

why did she die first
that's the worst

she's gone
now he's alone

sitting
staring
each momemnt wearing
on his heart
burning in his mind

why would life
be so unkind

she's gone
why does he go on
she was his life
for 64 years
she was his wife
now
there's only silent tears
only silent fears

memories of yesterdays
fears of living each todays
not knowing
not showing
the silence
as life slips by it' own ways

memories that haunt
laughter that taunt
old ears
laughter lost to the years

he sits alone
now she's gone
but he's still here
living in his silent fear
crying his silent tear

oh the violence
of living
of dying
of crying

in the silence