GRACEFUL GIFT
The last thing at night
before drifting off to sleep
I feel again
your body close to mine
my cares of the day
dissolve into its soft warmth.
I hold you again
in the way
that only I can.
How many times
did I welcome
the graceful gift
of your nearness?
It matters not
I believe
that all those nights
have passed.
Tonight
I’ll know them again
as each yesterday
becomes the present.
John A. Bayerl, December 24, 2011
Pictures and poetry have power to plumb the depths of our hearts.
Another Christmas without you, Dear; we'll never get used to it. I'm blessed to see you in our children and their children;when memories aren't enough.
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