Poems ✍️

She did not shed a single tear,
the weeks that she lay dying.
No pain was felt to feed her fear
the morphine soaked up every tear
I never saw her crying.

She'd only ask, 'Don't leave me here
alone, she says, while sighing.
I held her hand, sat very near
played music loud so she could hear.
I never saw her crying.

And now the silence deafens,
in the now quite empty house.
Unwelcome is the errant tear,
from memories of this past year.
Reminding me, I never saw her crying.


Roan May 2007