Gift of Time by Deborah Gibson Taylor

I've grown old and weary 
in your deafening absence
waiting for your presence.
And, I am disappointed.

At every turn, every bend
I hear your voice, see your face
full of beauty, full of grace.
And, I am reminded.

Oft I tremble, my hands shake
recalling fond memories of you
but always old ones, never new.
And, I weep.

My heart is heavy, my eyes tear
when I realize dearest daughter
how much I miss your laughter,
and, our lost gift of time.

I love you, Melissa, please come back!  Mom

Almost Heaven Wild And Wonderful WV

Reminds me very much of my Paternal Grandma's Front Porch and the many memories we grandkids made there.  DJH

These misty water-colored dreams
of a life I lived long, long ago
keep drifting through my mind
An old wooden porch
with flowers growing near...