I think about him

 

I think about him

On days cold

when the North wind blows

when I feel the chill

the calling from another land.

Was it you?

He smiled through

the dark days

He was Mama's boy

Lovable and Generous

He gave without thinking.

It's easy to make money

he told me many times

But to hold the hands of

a loved one

the clock ticks

as if to say

Not always will that

hand be there to clasp yours tightly

someday you will have to let go.

Your time or mine

is limited.

We hold each other

for a measure of time

accounted for.

I now recall his songs

and wonder

do you have one of yours

I can share the music

and hope the words fill your soul

wherever you are.

You were the dreamer

and so am I

wishing for the time we had together

to come back

to fill our lives 

with laughter.

Once more.

For Des.

-shobana-

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