Richard Schnap looks back.
Bereft
By Richard Schnap
I remember she used to send
Presents every Christmas
Tins of gourmet popcorn
Baskets of chocolate cookies
Almost as if I was one
Of the children that she lost
Their bright, familiar voices
Still echoing in her heart
And she always said to come
Visit her down in Florida
An invitation I declined
That now I sadly regret
And if there is a Heaven
I hope that she has found them
The only gift to heal her
The one to make her sing
So sad, tender and sincere. I loved… Still echoing in her heart