Tired

I get tired.
Not just of the daily struggle against a failing body.
Not just of the lack of understanding,
Appreciation, or compassion.
I get tired of being alone.

Alone, in the sense
That I'm adrift emotionally,
since you died.
No-one else around me
Understands me like you did.

I have a family of my own now,
Who love me very much,
As I love them.
You didn't get to see the great-grandchildren,
But I know you would have enjoyed them.

How tired I am
With trying to be everything for them
That you would have been,
Had you been here still.
Your shoes are too big to fill.