There are things I still say tucked in my head

As I try to sleep alone in my bed.

But now you are dead and cannot hear my fears

As I face this world alone after fifty years.

Sometimes I laugh at the things you used to say

Like 'Chicken today, feathers tomorrow"

But now I weep silently into my pillow

And wish I could hear them again.

Did I say I love you enough while you were here?

Did I say I had nothing to fear?

Did we share enough time together?

Facing the fires and drought  and wet weather?

These are the things that go round in my head

As I lie alone in the big wide bed.

I still hear the last words to me my pet.

"I have always loved you Leet."

But still I wish I could hear you say them again.