Remembrance |
By 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 “Remember me.” A winged bird begins its flight into the distant sky. And the sound of children’s laughter fills the air. The evening stars become your eyes, and I reply “You are ever near.” |