Friends For Survival, Inc By Priscilla D. Kenney, TCF, Kennebunk ME
I see your smile in the brightness of the summer sun.
A gentle breeze is the touch of your hand on mine.
A wave breaks softly on the shore,
and I hear you whisper,
“Remember me.”
A winged bird begins it flight into the distant sky.
The sound of children’s laughter fills the air.
The evening stars become your eyes,
and I reply—
“You are ever near.”
reprinted from TCF Orange Coast Chapter Newsletter, June 2001
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