There were the times long ago
When she would wake me in the night
And take me walking down the lanes and across fields.
Gently she would lead me through the dewy grass and mossy stones.
Once she pointed to the sky
And said: “It would be so cold to live up there.”
I looked into the sky where the diamond moon
Shone through wispy clouds.
Years past and there were Christmases, birthdays,
And holidays on the beach.
These moments of happiness seemed to slow the sadness that passing days always bring.
Later, I would visit her, and she would start up from her bed
Wild hair, searching eyes
She would cry out for a pet
That had been dead for years,
She would call out its name.
I would try to explain that the pet had died
But it would not calm her.
Other times she was scared and asked for help, or complained of the pain.
Now every time I walk along frost encrusted paths on winter nights
And think how much she would have loved to walk with me,
I look at the moon; I think how cold it must be.