Written by: Wm Paul

I always thought of you each day,
Never missed a one.
Each time it changed,
Varied as the years passed.
Every day I still think of you.
Rainy late nights could be the saddest.
My eyes would tear at what they missed.
Etched in my memory my mistakes.
Aware of time.
Now adays I wonder earlier in the day,
These thoughts are still of family.
They range the range of life,
Of beginnings of seeds long planted,
How have they ripened ?
Upshots in mind
Relaxed in logic,
Tempered for tomorrow.
Yesterday was no different, 
Only more recent.,
Until todays thought.