‘Tis, but a strange feeling
Life is at times, without meaning.

I spend the last few hours of the new year eve thinking,
The changes, pushed on to me, I wasn’t to be blinking.

Nine years, my abode, not anymore,
Fine years, they were, not one bit dour.

Leave behind my friends, I did,
Wrapping all my memories as a kid.

Dawned the day, the most joy, have I ever felt,
In my arms, there she was, my heart did melt.

The most beautiful girl, have I ever seen,
Daddy she would call, the luckiest man, me.

Smooth and fine, some changes, planned to the dot,
Crashing through the sky, some other, breaking the heart.

Rainbow highs and thunderstorm lows,
Interoven together, thorns and a rose.

The woman who loved me the most, my mother,
Love and care, will there ever be another?

Blood and alive, there she was, one moment,
Distant and a dream now, o’ I still lament.

Big void in my life, did she leave behind,
Those little shoes, can they fill it, in kind?