Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,
A long way from home.
Sometimes my thoughts will drive me wild,
From spending too many hours all alone.
There are so many friends I see every day,
Who silently suffer in their very own way.
I wish there was something I could do but
Smile and ask: How are you?

I still manage to feel happy some-times,
Life can still be sunny,
When I am surrounded by friends
That are gay and funny.
Laughter is good for your soul.
It lifts your spirits, it makes you feel whole.

Sometimes my feelings are happy and very strong,
When listening to a Schubert song.
My Father sang to put me to sleep.
This is a memory I will keep.

The sad and pleasant some-times
Are not easy to control,
But looking at the total picture,
It is not so terrible as a whole.  

©Gerta Freeman - October 7, 2012