New Year

Here comes another year

Without you, daughter, dear.

I don’t look forward to a new-year

Though with each one you are here.

I am counting one by one

Since the year you had gone.

Years started to pileup,

And still more lineup.

As I turn the calendar page by page

With beautiful memories, I engage

 In my heart and mind you are alive

Without it, I can’t another year survive.

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2016, Copyright©

Author of Summer Rays: Solace for Bereaved Parents