When the Cricket Sings

I will not mourn you or wish you were here

I’ll have my own picnic and not shed a tear.

When the lone cricket sings his sad lonely song,

I will not mourn you but I’ll sing along.

And still all my dreams that float on the breeze

Fly with the sparrow above all the trees--

Far past the willow, beyond the pine,

I’ve got my dreams and they’re all mine.

But who am I kidding, I grieve in my soul
And every last teardrop has taken its toll.

When the lone cricket sings his sad lonely song

I’ll remember you then and I’ll sing along.

With every sunset comes my Evensong

I pray you are well love with each coming dawn.

And when the lone cricket sings his saddest of songs

I’ll remember you then as I sing along…

Sharon Frye

©2011