|Priscilla D. Kenney|
I see your smile in the brightness of
The summer sun.
A gentle breeze is the touch of your
Hand on mine.
A wave breaks softly on the shore, and
I hear you whisper
A winged bird begins its flight into the
And the sound of children’s laughter
Fills the air.
The evening stars become your eyes,
And I reply.
“YOU ARE EVER NEAR.”