Why is it when I plant a seed in early spring anticipating the flower it will bring, I think of you?
Why is it when the day is done, and the cherubs tucked in with a kiss and a yawn, I think of you?
Why is it when I drive alone from a trip due north or hear of a death before a birth, I think of you?
Why is it when our child's on stage or I try to read books but just stare at the page, I think of you?
Why is it when I shovel snow or mow the lawn, facing the rays of sun at early dawn, I think of you?
Why is it when I walk the drive to get the mail or peddle my bike down a familiar trail, I think of you?
Why is it when I set the table and see your place and close my eyes to say the Grace, I think of you?
Why is it when the lightning pierces the dark of night, and Caitlin's tears reflect her fright, I think of you?
Why is it when your truck is sold and Zeus left this earth because he was old, I don't want to live without you?
Why is it when I dial your cell phone to hear your voice and struggle daily when making a choice, I long for you?
Why is it when the silence of you deafens my ears and the lack of your hugs bring me to tears, I want only you?
Why is it when the words of a song that cinch my heart, make me ponder the year we've spent apart, and I miss you?
Why is it when laughter threatens to split me in two, Mike's gotten taller, nearly filling your shoe, I smile for you?
Why is it when the winds of October send shivers of cold, anniversaries pass and we'll never grow old, I pray for you?
Why is it when your pillow sits empty at the end of each day and I can't understand why you went away, I sob for you?
Why is it when my mind wraps around your memory and wonders why my friends don't see, that in everything, I think of you?
by Kathleen Loeffler
This post has been edited by kath: 29 October 2008 - 11:40 AM

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