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Standing in the morning light gazing, dazing,

wondering what you are thinking….when my heart

is breaking…..

You gave me glimpses, but, you would rather talk

to trees to those who believed….

Strolling in purple fields laughing at the

wind, your twin….

Your spirit remains, contains in the end,

where you blend….whispering in the trees

that carry your breeze….

 

*I wrote this poem when my husband passed that was

also featured in his service. I dedicate this poem with

my heart and soul to all that he was*

Photo credited to Pinterest

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