You make me Whole- a poem

Photo by best friend, Debbie

THE winds blow strong against the tree.

The memories scatter round.

With pictures of my life displayed,

I listen for a sound.

I reach deep down inside myself.

I listen closer, still.

For signs and guidance to appear

And lead me round the hill.

AND then I feel a strength within,

Fulfilling all my soul.

It’s then that I soon realize,

It’s you who makes me whole.

Retm