GRAY DAYS

GRAY DAYS

My days are full of hectic wonders,

smells are of burnt charcoal,

sights of slow compacted traffic,

My thoughts seem to cloud over my judgment on

what is true and what is just.

I miss the flowers, the breeze, the laughter,

the joys of life.

Daily duties are no longer duties but tasks.

Songs are no longer joyful just noise.

Sights are no longer colorful just gray.

My memories of both of you are fading.

The more I try to fill them with color and joy

the more distant and dreary.

I know that it is wrong to hate.

Though I abound to the core with it.

My gray days have now brought me joy

knowing even though

I spent a small number of years with you

you were a part of all of mine.

I am who I am because of both of you.

My children have become who they are

because of how you taught me.

I know what a great marriage is and have created one of my own

watching the two of you.

I go on bearing troubles and fighting wars

and standing tall because of the both of you.

My gray days now have different shades.

knowing that the choices I have made, MADE you proud.

The family and life I have built brought you joy.

That the time you spent here on earth was colorful to you.

I look forward to my gray days.

For my gray days are no longer bad

my gray days

are the both of you.