Jul 14, 2013

journey

life was different the journey just beginning each step was different coulers were brighter exciting. .  .the sandbox is silent the fairground rides still...l don`t get kissed so often...do not hear your voice singing around our home...how l used to wait as you got ready.... movements... choosing clothes...miss building sandcastles. . . walking seafront
watching the dog run in the park but mostly miss the kiss

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Perhaps it's my age, or part of the process of grieving,could simple be the time of year. But today well indeed this whole weekend. Feel...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"