Various Thoughts and Poetry

       I carry a little red book in my purse at various times, thoughts, prayers, or poetry come to mind, and I will jot them down as quickly as they come to mind. I was writing in that book this morning as a poem came to mind; after I had written it down, I was reminded of the time I started to write...I was eleven years old and we had moved away from my home...I felt lonely most of the time, and I had turned to my journals and writing everything down. Those journals have somehow been lost through the years, but I do have some of my college journals around along with the ones I have written since I've been married. Here is the poem I wrote just this morning:

Though You're Gone

Even though you're gone

I can hear your voice

Even though you're gone

I can see your smile

Even though you're gone

I know you're with me

Day after day, mile after mile.

I hear your robust laughter

I turn my head and stop

My heart sinks lower than low

Knowing you're everywhere I go.

Even though you're gone

I still feel your hand in mine

 Even though you're gone

I still see your smiling face

Even though you're gone

I still feel your presence

Your memory my heart can't erase.

I miss you more than life itself

When alone in the silence

My heart, itself, cries out

Just to once more see your face.

They say that time heals all

 But I seem to know otherwise

Time reminds me of growing older

Without the sight of your kind eyes.

It's not good-bye but see you again

Yet life will always remind me

Of our time down here

My blood, my family.