we may be in a different room
a different space in our abode
when i hear her endearing laugh,
i can see her in my mind, her soft
and gentle face, her smiling
eyes
she’s like a lily in a lily patch
or a daisy in a meadow where
a subtle breeze doth blow and they
dance and sway like ripples in the sea
soothing whatever longings there
may be
when she lies next to me and i turn
to look at her, a warmth and calm comes
o’er me as i see the kindness of her face
that from whence mine eyes first lay upon
hers did see, that which made my spirit dance
and my heart sing
thus, we’ve walked together for many
a day and years sharing joys and travails,
and now life’s slowing days with aches and
wrinkles our hair of gray blows in that gentle
breeze whilst our smiles with each other’s
memories, dance
