I am not alone
on this journey,
look over there. . .
I see someone familiar
Is it me?
No, but she wears the same face
and her eyes tell her story
just like mine.
I am not alone
I walk towards her and she smiles
I look into her eyes and see sorrow there
but in the depths there is courage
I recognize its strength
I forged my own, not long ago.
I am not alone
we sit together and talk,
our tears run freely and we understand
the pain, the heartache and the fear.
And somehow our hearts are lighter
because they beat to the same melody.
I am not alone
see over there
a hundred..... no even more
a thousand parents
all wearing the same face.
And walking the same path.
We are not alone.
By Sally Meyer