Im trapped in this house.
It's 105 degrees
Just like when I was Trapped in December A snowstorm and fresh raw grief.
The heat forces my to busy myself inside.
Coming across searing memories, Hot and burning to my heart.
Testing my strength, my will to overcome, to survive this grief now almost through its 7th month
Hope and sorrow walk hand and hand Bittersweet memories.
Look Down on Me My Love, Help me through this. I know you're watching, guiding me, helping me see little sprigs of joy and amazement.
But for now, help me through the day
I will Love You Always
Your Irish Lass