Hammer On The Hearth

Been kicked around these past days by emotions,

Been kicked around these past days with some thoughts.

Been kicked around these past days by the numbers in my mind,

Running like a hammer on the hearth.

 

Our first born, well he just turned sixteen,

Growing tall, with solid wings to fly.

Each birthday, it reminds us of the time you’ve been away,

Running like a hammer on the hearth.

 

He’s driving now and he can do his own thing,

He’s focused on his future – where he’ll go.

From this world, you saw less than two weeks of his life,

And it’s running like a hammer on the hearth.

 

Yesterday, I met some of your old friends,

And others just a couple weeks ago.

Through their eyes, I can feel the goodness of your heart,

But it’s running like a hammer on the hearth.

 

These days I sense the changing of the seasons,

It’s in the air, and dawn coats it on the grass.

If I could turn back time, you’d be by a mountain lake,

But it’s running like a hammer on the hearth.

 

It’s not for me to let go of this feeling,

And I’ll never let these memories slip away.

Questions clutter thoughts but love it deepens every day,

And it’s running like a hammer on the hearth.

 

© 2016