All around I’ve been, but all around my head
I can’t seem to locate where certain days have gone
The echoes still remain
Reverberate, and remind
Like the light of day reminds
Of yet another day.
On the lingering smoke
Your face appears
I know it’s you I see
For all my doubts and fears
Are gently tucked away…
I take your hand in mine
The warm, wrinkled hand I knew
And there I find my comfort
In the ripples of your skin.
I can’t seem to locate where certain days have gone
The echoes still remain
Reverberate, and remind
Like the light of day reminds
Of yet another day.
On the lingering smoke
Your face appears
I know it’s you I see
For all my doubts and fears
Are gently tucked away…
I take your hand in mine
The warm, wrinkled hand I knew
And there I find my comfort
In the ripples of your skin.
August 10,1929- March 12, 2009