When the light seems to be fading away
And you’re not sure anymore where you stand
No matter how far from home you might stray
He will always be there to hold your hand
Whenever your road was rough to travel
Or those many times you had felt denied
All the times you watched your dreams unravel
He was there with you standing by your side
It is only the first day of your birth, yet you have already sent your color into the vines that cover the fence. As summer dances to a final song, you darkened the sky and hurled your dampness down from the heavens. You sprinkled the night air with the shiver of change. You are not death, but you are the final gasps of life. So fling your hue across the world and let me drink you in before the silence and stillness of winter turns me to stone.
9/21/2017 was my wife and my 42nd anniversary.
You glide gently through the seasons
Disguised by your maturity
But you can’t hide away from me
You carefree laughing girl of youth
Your eyes dance through my soul
Your love caresses my heart
Your lips kiss away my burdens
Your smile unleashes my dreams
I have known you throughout the ages
Yet you surprise me each new day
We emptied her room today
Faded photos of a mother
Holding children whose faces
That we can barely recall
We emptied her closet today
Clothes from summers and winters
Too long ago to remember
Now just charity donations
We emptied her life today
Forgotten pieces and fragments
Tucked neatly into drawers
Given to her by…who knows
We cried for her today
Heads on shoulders
Arms holding each other
In fear we will not remember
We promised to save her love today
Tucked it deep into our hearts
Where the tears could not find it
To wash it away
We said goodbye to her today.
From the cradle to your dying breath
Let the love in your heart guide you
Save only the good and discard the rest
Don’t let the small troubles define you
Cry at the moon while you still can
For it just might be your last dance
Far too soon you could meet the end
And you will cry for one more chance
Smell the scent of morning glories
That hangs about the front porch wall
For what blooms the brightest in the spring
Is often the first to wither and die in the fall
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