Did she become a tree and has her arms spread out to the skies...
Did she become a fish like she always thought she was...
or did she become a bird and is scaling the heights of the open skies?
If she could hear me I would tell her I love her,
I would tell her she is still in my memories.
I did not misplace her memories like a bunch of old keys.
I have kept her in my heart.
She is a part of me as I will always be a part of her
Where ever she is...I would tell her I feel her.
Her gentle hands on my head.
Her dazzling smile lighting up my darkest moments.
Her soft and gentle voice, always there,
beckoning me...encouraging me to go on.
Her quite strength emboldening me to face my fears.
To fight the battle of life.
When I walk down a picturisque path...
I look up in the sky,
I look at the blue hills,
and the golden sunlight shinning or
dew kissed trees.
Those times I feel the closest to her.
She is a part of nature.
She is the wind, the gentle wind.
She is the warmth of the sun.
She is the pure sound of laughter of a child.
She is in the clear reflections of the lake.
She is everywhere ....everywhre where God is.
Because I know she and God are one now.
She is part of him as he was always a part of her.
I know where she went...
no where.
She is a part of me now...more than she ever was.
She is in me...in my heart....in my memories.....
alive...smiling....happy and without pain.....forever!!!
