And, yet I sense you’re somehow near.
It’s often that you’re on my mind;
Easy words you help me find.
I can’t forget those blue-grey eyes,
That twinkled upon each surprise.
Treasured toys with pennies bought,
Each chosen after careful thought.
And, if I had but one more hour,
To simply be your Prairie Flower,
We’d shoot lead pellets at tin cans,
And feed the chipmunks from our hands.
You and I would mow the yard,
Catch lightning bugs in glassy jars.
You’d squeeze my hand with yours so strong,
Through dry creek beds lead me along.
We’d pick up leaves, and take our time.
I’d learn of saving every dime.
You’d tell me stories of the sky,
And how you taught brave men to fly.
So, on this day, I can’t be sad,
With all these memories to be had.
Instead, I’ll on this sweetness dwell
In comfort, knowing you are well.
Oh Lauren, that was beautiful!
Stole the words right out of my mouth