I gaze around the vacant room
At what was my life
The happy childhood days,
The adolescent with a knife.
I look at my year book,
Remembering the days
Where I dozed off in class
The slot where my pencil lays.
I look at my diary
Telling tales of my first crush.
I remember the passion,
The excitement, and the rush.
I remember my first heartbreak,
When the knife was my friend.
When pain was better
And then I began to mend.
I healed and worked through
My many dark times,
Finding true love
Through wedding bell chimes.
I look at my baby girl
Relishing her touch.
For how could a person
Be loved so much?
I hear her cry from her nightmares
And I hug her tight
This action repeated
Through the dark night.
I watch my daughter age,
Exploring her own world.
I miss her nightmares,
Her tiny body curled.
She meets a nice boy,
And claims they are in love.
I hold her hand as I look above
At the chiming church bells
I watch my daughter go away,
To a man who promises to cherish her
Each and every day.
I grow old with my husband
And watch his life slip,
I cannot hold his grasp,
My tears begin to drip.
I live alone, seeing my grandchildren
Only for a little while.
But their sweet voices
Always make me smile.
I look around this dreary room
At what was my space,
And now sadly, I know
I must leave this place.
I look into the distance,
There is no magic light.
Only my happiness
Extinguishing my fright.
