The window, the chair
The kitchen and rugs,
The table, the settings
The kisses and hugs.
The love, the care
The voice and the touch
The smell, the air
And we miss you so much.
Your smile, your breath
Your stories and cooking,
Your eyes, that wish,
Now lost in your looking.
Come back to us,
Please, I beg.
He needs you now
To help hold his head.
The journey, the trip
The home and the ride.
Burn like a fire
Surging inside.
Goodbyes and tomorrows
A held hand and a glance,
He tried to remind her
But never got the chance.
Friday, December 29, 2006
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