A year since
What should I do? What should I say? As I approach This noted day
What should I feel? What should be said? It’s one whole year That dad’s been dead
Where should I look? Where should I go? It seems to me So hard to know
How should I act? How should I mourn? To most it’s just Another dawn
Why should I weep? Why should I cry? For with the Lord He rests on high
January 2022 © Mary Deaves