Still Here

Standing in a driftless breeze,

Watching every snowflake freeze,

Your stormy eyes come to my mind

And worn out memories is what I find.

Gentle kisses in candle light,

Whispered words in darkened night.

Laughture as the summers spent,

Dying when my time was bent.

Songs did play, robbed in white,

Lying still in a useless fight.

Your eyes shone with a single tear,

But never once did I fear.

You believed that I was gone

When I'd become a spotted fawn,

Living another hope filled life,

Watching snow cut like a knife.

I'm still here, child of mine, in every way,

To watch you grow and watch you play.

Reviews

[Mark]

Very touching, gentle... couple things distracted... 'laughture' is this poetic license or misspelling? also the Songs did play but were they robed or robbed in white?

Sorry to be picky... I did enjoy reading it.

[Irene]

very beautiful poem.

[That_Guy]

well done, I liked this