Like a memory I'm slowly fading.
Before you know it I'm gone.
In your dreams I'll appear to you
And you'll know I was there all along.
When the breeze brushes you cheek
Or the sun kisses your face
Or when a rainbow smiles your way
When the summer grass hugs you,
The autumn air fills you,
Or Winter's first snow tucks you in...
And when spring comes 'round
there's new life everywhere.
And you'll know...I was there
Comments (1)
I like your poem, Kelly. It makes me think of Grandaddy. His death is already beginning to seem like a dream and not reality. I know he will always be with each of us. He has always been "there" for each of us.
Posted by Gramalie | July 25, 2008 7:53 PM
Posted on July 25, 2008 19:53