I hear your laugh in memories of the past:
That laugh when I spread the garden seed a little thick.That chuckle when you saw me pulling plants instead of weeds.
I hear that laugh every time I see your chair
And remember the last night you sat there.
I hear your laugh when the family gathers
And in quiet moments I hear your voice
And know you're not so far away.
2 comments:
That is truly a beautiful poem, and for such a good man. Thanks for sharing. You are a poet!
Thank you :) The words and thoughts came to me late one night.
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