Sweet Sorrow

I remember watching you…
…and Dad
I would study your faces
And I thought you were sad

Now I understand a little
Of what I perceived as sorrow
How swiftly this moment
Reaches for tomorrow

How soon the sun slips
From summer’s sky
Touching my lips
With a slow, sweet sigh

…and sometimes when they ask me
Why I am sad
I recall watching you
…and I don't feel so bad

Janet~