I watch you watching clouds roll by
And scan the hills for flowers fair
And see the stream that ambles through
the meadow, but I am not there.
I see you stand beside the stone
That marks the spot where last you left
That creature that you called your own
Your heart is achingly bereft.
Can you just hear the joyful song,
The melody sweet and softly willing
you to follow; even sing along?
Can you see ME? then love goes on.
Karen
After spending the afternoon visiting the grave of my husband, I wrote this poem, because he is not there, where I last left him.
He is everywhere, he's the whisper in the wind, the sun upon my face, he's in the songs I sing that we once sang together............He's in my memory.................And always will be.