Because I Smile When You Come to Mind
Laughter filled the late evening air,
as a gentle summer breeze,
with whispers that warmed your soul.
Joy was an old sepia tone picture,
that you kept in your hope chest,
taking it out to be reminded,
only when you needed it most.
Memories spoke,
inviting you to sing their song,
and help finish the verse.
2 comments:
did you write this? cause it totally rocks!
It did come from my own pen. :)
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