Looking Back Poem by Helen Crutchett

Excuse me if my cries fill the sky
With sombre sounds like a mourning violin
Birds stop their flight and ask why?
The world seems to have an unsure spin

Excuse me if I flood the plain with tears
Drowning memories of happier times
When love came and quelled my fears
With a poet's hand you fed me lines

You're my life and I'm running for my life
I handed you my tender heart to break
Looking back like Lot's wife
I wish I could return but it's too late.