Whispers in an attic room, upon an autumn afternoon

Atop the stair, as if in prayer. She doesn't see me standing there. Her I've loved all these long years. Softly sheds her secret tears. Is it Grey clouds that roll across? That turn a mothers heart to loss? She weeps for the baby, that didn't live. She weeps for the love, She had to give. And weeps for the ones who call each week. And the tender words she cannot speak. That stir the gentle heart of her. She weeps for the family, we once were. What sorrows love, you're soul sustain. Bring to my heart a sweeter pain. That grief should bid you cry alone. You're broken heart becomes my own. Here in the gloom, of an attic room, Upon an autumn afternoon. What Love has sorrowed shall love heal. And every pain your dear heart feel. Is likewise measured out to me. As I watch you tenderly. Oh my love, each glistening tear. I hold so very precious dear. So darling, weep your private tear. Never knowing I was near Nor how your tears so deeply touch, This heart that loves so very much. The good the bad and in between, And all the things true love can mean. I saw you in an attic room. upon an autumn afternoon. And find my heart so deeply blessed. Let not your dear soul be distressed. For I will hold you closely soon, Upon an autumn afternoon.To Lurie; who likes love poems. Have joy and keep on writing. We are living a miricle.............. Written November 30th, 2001 © on Feb 21 2002 12:57 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 8