On Cotton Ball Cloud Kind of Days

I close my eyes, and I see you.

You’re in every little memory -

My birthday, the year that I turned nine;

The last time that I saw you, on that very last night;

Your witty and sarcastic remarks;

All of those light and airy talks.

 

Sometimes I can’t believe you’re really gone,

Because I see you all of the time.

 

I open my eyes, and I see you.

You’re in every little thing -

The leaves of an ancient oak;

Every note of every sad song ever sung;

A syrupy sweet laugh of a child;

Cotton ball cloud kind of days.

 

You’re really gone.

But I see you all of the time.

Author's Note

For my Uncle Howard. I see you all the time. You're everywhere and in everything. I love you. Fly high and far, just like I know you will.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

The pain of losing a loved one always resounds through the soul, even after you've "moved on". I can clearly feel and share your pain in your words. You've opened up your soul to complete and total strangers and that, my friend, takes strength. God bless you and your family, and Im deeply sorry for your loss.

[devon]

Thank you, for both your kind words and the review. :)