The doggies quietly lay
in her vacant spot on the bed...
They know she is gone...
but they wait..
Lifeless they lay...
Lifeless I stay...
Without Holley....
Our house is crying silent tears-falling..
big drops everywhere
A house is NOT a home without Holley.
The soul of every living thing
is in a frozen frame of suspended--
floating chaos...
I don't pretend to know what it IS,
but I know what it ISN'T
Life without Holley...
We long to see those caring eyes....
We long to hear that voice
that Heaven loans out on occasion
to help soothe the hopelessness
sent in by the darkness
of Life without Holley...
I can't write anymore...
I really don't know how much
more I can take...
It's not life without Holley...
[This page was Created and Written by Kenny Mitchell for his wife, Holley ®2006AUG]