I
see her
the face
is
familiar
every
curve,
every
line
I vaguely
remember
though
it seems
eons
ago;
I miss
her,
I think
she
is me
but
not quite,
not
anymore.
I
see her
the face
is
familiar
every
curve,
every
line
I vaguely
remember
though
it seems
eons
ago;
I miss
her,
I think
she
is me
but
not quite,
not
anymore.
The smiling sun
awakens me
as birds sweetly sing
the wind is cool on my face
the flowers release
their fragrance for me.
To bask in nature’s glory,
to enjoy morning once more
is a treasured gift from above,
God’s miracle of love.
