It’s difficult at times, to face grief with a smile.
It’s hard to make myself believe it will pass in a while.
And when the pain is sharpest, words do not avail.
When tears fall hot and heavy, the best intentions fail.
And yet, however heavy, the burdens that I bear.
When no one else will listen, my girls will always hear.
When no one else has spare time, they will lend a hand.
Although some may forget me, my daughters understand.