I did not understand the road she walked,
Until it was my turn to walk it too.
I did not understand how it was,
To lose a parent so soon.
I did not understand the ache,
The longing for one more talk.
To have one more moment you stroke my hair,
One more shopping walk.
A friend walked the road after me,
I try to help how I can.
Keeping her company as she grieves,
As she tries to understand.
I understand now the road she walked,
Everything changed that day.
I still long for her again to talk,
To know I’ll be okay.