ELLEN DOESN'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE
I think of how she liked to run through A
field of flowers,
A smile so bright, as if not a care in her world,
We swam in the lake, laughing under the hot Summer
Walking to school on cool, Fall mornings, playing
Along the way.
She went away, such a sad day as my friend went
I still see her running through that field with her
Snile so bright.
If I listen on quiet nights I hear her splashing in
The water, her laugh,
I walk to school in the morning wondering if she is by
My side or near.
I get tears because Ellen doesn't live here anymore.
It’s very sad, when we lose someone whom we’re close to as children, but, we learn to move on, to, grow up, and, know, that, those whom we had loved and lost, are, never too far away, as they’re all just, a recall, away.
Thanks so much.
On Mon, Sep 12, 2022 at 10:16 PM keithgarrettpoetry < firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote: