Faye Sizemore


How can I let the dead be?
No one knows exactly
how I feel about them
… only me

A friend can say…
and think they may
but no one knows… only me

My dreams and my memories
are mine alone.
Others may sympathize
but cannot begin to atone
… appreciated they are
but you see
no one knows exactly… only me

Together we are still
each alone
and it may be so
until our memories are gone
and called home are we
Then my dead I will see
Until then no one knows… only me

Author’s Note: David R. “Poppa” Alexander