In my mind he is still singing
I can hear him in the distance
His laughter ringing through the breeze
I look over to see a tree swaying
It reminds me of him dancing
A radio is playing, it's a guitar that I hear
I can see his fingers
Move so swiftly as he plays
I believe he still plays
All I have to do is close my eyes
And there he is playing just for me
He's not gone, just out of my sight
Now I sit and play the guitar
I know he can hear me
I like to think of him singing
picture by Ryan Ottley
3 comments:
I love this poem and am so glad that you posted the picture that Ryan drew. It's the perfect companion for this beautiful poem. Thanks Robyn, you are extremely talented!
I noticed myself nodding as I was reading your poem in total awe and understanding. Tears filled my eyes as I read what most mothers feel but leave within. I love you and look forward to what you are going to post next.
I do remember this one and will ALWAYS love it.
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