Gentle Breeze And The Memory of You

Gentle Breeze And The Memory of You

A Poem by Mary E. Green

This poem came to me as I sat on the porch thinking of my grandparents.

As I sit on the porch one hot summer day
Tears streaming down my face
A gentle breeze starts caressing my skin
And I swear it is you putting your arms around me
The only way you can
The whisper of the wind as it rustles through the trees
Tells me you are still here and watching over me
The rays of the sun leaks through
And it reminds me how the warmth of your smile always made me feel
My heart breaks again
As I realize once again that the only thing I have
Are just memories of you

© 2010 Mary E. Green

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so beautiful and heartbreaking. you really know how to use your words. this makes me feel sadness but also happiness that i knew my dead grandmother too good job:)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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"A gentle breeze starts caressing my skin"
"...whisper of the wind "
great metaphors
and that you wrote it from personal exp makes it special :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on June 25, 2010
Last Updated on June 25, 2010
Tags: death, grandparents, love


Mary E. Green
Mary E. Green

Temple, GA

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