The Room        By Betty Jo Lackey

I cleaned your room behind that door
I packed your things and so much more

I searched through all the "might have beens"
and cleaned up all "remember whens"

and found so many "used to be's"
and "never mores" and memories

The "not agains" were in your chair
and the "what ifs" were everywhere

Your "used to wears" and "hoped to be's"
were in your closet lots of these

Your blessed presence filled the room
with "never mores" regrets and gloom

I found some hope and even shame
 words you left and lots of pain

I packed your shoes I packed your clothes
but what I am to do with those

The box I bought it had a lid
but they won't fit inside of it

And so I placed them in my heart
where they will ever be a part

I packed you up and closed the door
but you're with me forever more

All your hopes your dreams your pain
will visit me and once again

I'll have to pack them all away
another time, another day.