Sunday, March 13, 2011
He’ll whisper to me in the wind, or on a lady bug’s wings,
or even a penny, heads up. It all fills me with joy
when I know he’s there, and I do know.
Sometimes he’s in the wind, caressing my face and lets
me know he is there, he is here, he is with me still. He makes
me laugh like he used to, even though its through tears.
Though unable to accept that presense at first I welcome
It now after years of emptiness and longing. Such a surreal,
unsure part of him here with me. I can’t summon him, want
him hard enough, beg or plead. He comes when he thinks
I need him. Gives me beads of wisdom and crowns of joy
just for a moment, but they last always. I can summon
them up… Remember the first time he told me he was ok.
The first time he walked into my home with that laugh
that presence, that joy that was only his to give. Remember
the time he told me that he was only unhappy when I was.
I know how this sounds. I know. But I also know the truth
when I hear it, see it and feel it… it’s truth, my truth.