I think of you
Always, everyday.
So silly it seems,
But there are times
I catch a glimpse,
A fleeting knowledge
Of your presence.
I turn my head
Quickly, obsessively,
But you are gone.
If you were ever there.
Light grey eyes,
So full of life,
Of humor, wisdom, secrets,
Sparkle through my dreams.
Yet, always, I awaken
Disappointed, alone,
With grief, and sadness, and
A feeling of something taken.
Something wrenched from
My very soul.
Yes, I think of you
Everyday.
My precious boy.
Always, everyday.
So silly it seems,
But there are times
I catch a glimpse,
A fleeting knowledge
Of your presence.
I turn my head
Quickly, obsessively,
But you are gone.
If you were ever there.
Light grey eyes,
So full of life,
Of humor, wisdom, secrets,
Sparkle through my dreams.
Yet, always, I awaken
Disappointed, alone,
With grief, and sadness, and
A feeling of something taken.
Something wrenched from
My very soul.
Yes, I think of you
Everyday.
My precious boy.
1 comment:
Yes, we think of those we lost, constantly, sometimes with tears, but also with laughter and plenty of love. They teach us the true meaning of love. Makes me want to try harder to remember to show love to those around me as much.
Thanks. And Peace in your heart my friend.
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