Wherever I go.


Wherever I go, they are with me now;
Four of my close relatives
And my most beloved friend.

Will this be the last embrace?
Do hearts physically break?
When tears mingle - does it make it better?
Or worse?

Each time the phone rings
I steady my voice as I answer.

In the quiet of my morning
Five candles burn brightly
Next to my cup of coffee.
They are with me as I try
To concentrate on reading the news.

They are with me as I measure up
For shelves and choose new carpets.

And when I head for the hills,
To talk with the one who listens,
I wrap them all inside my coat.