I raise my glass and give a toast.
A sister, brother, long-lost friend,
you left something for me to boast.
You gave me more than you could take
and, for that, make no mistake.
You are a part of of who I am
and others left within your wake.
I found, with you, a part of me
who I always wished to be.
I miss you now and want you here.
Hardly possible, you see.
Sometimes I just think of you
when I'm at at a place we knew
together - I won't forget.
The places seeming not too few.
When I'm at that place, I know,
what you've given me I show...
I think of you
and feel the wind blow.
5 opinionated prattle:
Thanks for this.
You always know just what to say and I love you for it. Thanks! Mom
John ~ Very nicely done, never a time have I passed the Cottonwood Trees on the Beach Road that I have not felt the wind blow, a great place to stop, watch the river flowing to the sea, and talk to the voices in the wind.
very poignant ~ I think your words speak for more than just you.
Thank you John,
Dana
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