Wednesday 11 April 2012

one day















I see you…
I see you still…running, climbing , dancing, …
I hear you…
I hear you still…laughing , crying, mourning…
I feel you…
I feel you still…touching, holding…your hand in mine…
I taste you…
I taste you still…holding you tight…taste the salt of your tears…
I smell you…
I smell you still…through the seasons of years…
I remember you…
remember

your spring
and
your summer
your autumn
and
your first winter snow

and

…one day…

you will stop…
…take the time
and
remember the one who held you
and
who soothed
and
who
helped
you
to
grow
.
.

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