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I feel you in the Summer
breeze
light and sweet
like June.

I see your playful hand, a
a trickling in the brook.
The trees, their dancing leaves.

I hear the birds, your song they sing
a perfect harmony.

I see the sky,
your bluest bluest eyes in it.
The sometimes black and
stormy swirl,
that sets the torrent rain.

I hear your voice,
through playful glee,
the children's innocence.

The puppy's fur,
the whimpering cry
"please carry me, please carry me!"

I feel your hand on tear-stained
cheek,
soft as satin, your caress.

Your wise and soulful word.

I see your vibrant colors,
your soul like fragrant petals.
a rose, or any other flower
in a garden up above.

Now sleep,
just sleep, my angel
in Father's loving arms.

Dream and play and sing,
and be that Summer breeze.

Each scent I smell,
each brook I hear
I'll feel you everywhere.

-Dedicated to Mom on her burial day.
June 30,1930-June 14, 2009
Rest in Peace...