Not Enough to Save Her

I found the poem I wrote for your funeral.
It doesn't make me cry anymore.
Not a lot of stuff does.
Apart from the musicals you liked.

I have the CD's.
I listen to them when I want to think of you.
Because you're not on my mind very much anymore.
Sometimes I think I listen to them to torture myself.

The results vary,
I watched the making of Mary Poppins the other day.
It was very sad and made me think of you.
I cried a lot.

Mum knew why I was upset,
She just hugged me and said;
"She loves you, you know."
I do. I do know, and I love her;
But why was my love not enough to save her?