On the beaches of my soul
your foot prints wander still
left in the sand of my heart
on one side of the country
this would be a rising sun
but to me, it is always setting
on the memory of your early
death, robbing your dreams
killing your family from the roots up
to me the ocean taste not
so much of salt, but of tears
and laughter for it is there
that we spent our youth
I miss you or maybe it is us
I miss the possibilities of what ifs
and should haves float endlessly
your foot prints wander still
left in the sand of my heart
on one side of the country
this would be a rising sun
but to me, it is always setting
on the memory of your early
death, robbing your dreams
killing your family from the roots up
to me the ocean taste not
so much of salt, but of tears
and laughter for it is there
that we spent our youth
I miss you or maybe it is us
I miss the possibilities of what ifs
and should haves float endlessly
Not forgotten...
ReplyDeleteThe poem is a great tribute.
Hug
TJ
http://tjpaisleyskys.blogspot.com/
So poignant...
ReplyDeleteI am deeply touched...
She was truly an amazing person, with a beautiful soul. You always spoke so highly of Holly...
ReplyDeleteI cannot believe she has been gone longer than she blessed this earth with her smile.
It's not goodbye, it's see ya later...
xoxo
she's beautiful. thank you for sharing this.
ReplyDeletei see Of Mice and Puzzles listed you as a favorite journal, and i wanted to let you know why walt hasn't posted lately. please read sunday 22 april's "Near and Dear" in my own journal: http://journals.aol.com/dkb11161970/DebrasDose/) thanks, debra
ReplyDeleteI agree with TJ, this poem is a beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteJudi