The So Called River of Life

I kiss your picture each and every Morn.; I tell you that I love you

Because, its only true and yet, it is still all I know

Then it begins again, the memories never end; they start flooding my mind

As I try to start the new day traveling this here so called river of life

The young ones are yet groaning; in their cribs, as I wipe the tears away today

Then we're up and beginning the new day traveling the so called river of life

My dear wife

I put your picture away today after bumping into Mary Lou

Down at the preschool; as I took the twins in she led them away from me

Down the long dark hall; then I remember  the day they both took off, like a shot

And crawled together smiling and laughing; as if you were right there

And they begin to fall; yet again, these tears that fill that so called river of life

I put your picture back out today on that old red and white bureau

so the girls could see what their mommy looked like; that day

When she got married, it was a most beautiful day

Down by that winding river the banks full and in bloom

The humming birds and butterflies filled the picture's frame; as if it were planned

Then it happens again and these tears they make a stream; and our daughters they ask me

Daddy  why do you cry? Mommy has been gone for so long

Why does she make you so sad?

And I tell our girls; that you're not gone

I speak and listen to you each and every day ; that I still feel you

And still you touch me; as I hold them tight, I explain; in my memories you are still alive

As if you were here standing with us; right this second

I go on and I say to them; be still, listen, can you here?

They begin to sob; they can feel you but, they see only me

I tell them: now little ones these tears of ours, are not of sadness

But of joy these are the tears, that fill the river of life; these are the ones that fill the river In the picture

They smile and so do I

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man