Wednesday, March 14, 2012


The warm ray of sun upon my back

The gentle breeze that touches my cheek

The robins sweet song

and the flowers just beginning to bloom

Children's laughter carried on the breeze

All reminders of your love for me.

When days are hard

and plans go wrong

people get hurt and do the hurting

Those are the gentle ways

You tell me you see me and have not forgotten.

You see our struggle down here

And your sweet reminders call our hearts to home

And tell us that it won't be long now.


Anonymous said...

That's lovely.

Angie said...

Well, thanks so much!

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