Gentle Touch- a poem

I know you’re there, just out of reach.

I feel your presence near.

You smile at me and shake your head,

I listen hard to hear-

YOUR voice saying how you are

And what you’ll do today?

I share with you my plans and dreams,

And all along the way-

I find you walking right beside

When life becomes too much.

And then, just like the breeze gone by,

I feel your gentle touch.

Retm

Moma joined Dad in heaven 4 years ago today. ❤️❤️