MY THOUGHTS OF YOU
The hours that I spend alone are lonely,
It is true but they are always bearable because I think of you.
They can not be the same as when I look into your eyes,
And yet they help to lift my soul and brighten all the skies.
There is no thought or vision that can ever take your place,
Or photograph to substitute for your endearing face.
There is no song as soothing or a memory so sweet,
As just to listen to your voice whenever we may meet.
But there are times when we must part and a dream must do,
And then I gather comfort from my loving thoughts of you.
The end My father, Leon Russell Garrett