A few weeks ago I put the audio of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sound of Silence” on my blog. Today, thought the title is much the same, the topic is very different. This one is personal. I hope it touches you as s much as it did me. I wrote it with my father standing with me as we cleaned the kitchen after our big Sunday dinner. To me, the meaning is so prophetic. I was fighting tears as I tried to read it to my dad, who doesn’t hear well. To those who Know: I hope this means something to you. To those who do ot,I hope you never have to understand what each Sunday feels like to me.
The Sound AND Silence
In the sun upon the hill,
among the stones, among the flowers.
There upon a towel, soft,
I will sleep with him for hours.
Gone now, is that Sunday morn,
I wash and cook and clean so long.
Four generations eat with me,
I find my strength is simply gone.
I hear grandchildren laugh and play
by then my body’s racked with pain.
I feel so thankful that they’re here.
I swear that I’ll do it again.
They wave goodbye, and turn from me,
As I close that old back door.
I find that I can hardly see,
Tears are puddling on my floor.
I know inside, that he should be,
Here with us, but soon, I’ll be,
Back to those flowers and the stones
And lay to rest, just him and me.
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