You won’t hear it in my voice,
Or see it in my expression.
Because I’ve learned to hide it when
I’ve been bitch-slapped by depression.
Such a delightful sunny day,
Perfect for frolicking in the park.
But I’m at work being self-destructive,
For my mind and soul are dark.
By no means was this my best week,
Though I fought with all my might.
Now I’m in my recliner, in the dark
Grooving to Julie London all night.
My Father left this mortal world,
To be with my Mother up above.
I would have gone quite mad with grief,
If it had not been for my kitten’s love.
Middle of the night, I reach out
To find her sleeping next to me.
I softly sigh as she starts to purr,
My world is right, sweet Sammy.