There are times
when the breeze reminds me
of your breath
The leaves remind me
of your fingers
The clouds remind me
of your softness
When the sun shines upon me
as you once did
I remember all of the energy
I devoted to your salvation
and neglected my own.
Today, the sun is the sun
a flower is a flower
and I can no longer
hear your whisper
I shall now give heed
to my OWN.
โฅ๏ธ Sandy Gordon Frankfort
