This was written for my mother who today celebrated her 81st birthday. For the first time in more than sixty years, my father was not there to share it.
Anniversary of a Loss
Love can't be lost or chased away;
it's magic's not undone;
it cannot shrink, or rust, or fade
but shines as bright as it began;
and, through the years and over miles,
love keeps a constant pace
however far you travel from
the sweetness of that place
when love first smiled
and breathed your name
and you gazed on love's face.
For love is with you constantly;
be still and you will hear
a breath that stirs the silence
saying, Love, your love is near.
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