I know she doesn't think so but she's always on my mind.Most these days in gentle ways, but always there to find.I think about her happiness and how she sees her life.I wonder of her journey as a woman and a wife.
Sometimes I hear the sadness in her voice right from the start,when loneliness has pierced her pride and bruised her tender heart.I wish I could drop everything and rush to ease her strife,but we both know that's how it goes and that's just not real life.
I often find I worry for her needs in days to comeand pray she keeps her faith in where her strength is coming from.I think about the parallels of all that we've been throughand hope I have the answers if she asks me what to do.
No matter where life takes her in my heart she's always near,though many-a-day, I have to say, I wished that she were here.She's right where she's supposed to be and somehow so am I,Influencing my thoughts in ways that make me want to try.
Although we live our separate lives and try to stay in touchwe know we'll have each other's backs if ever in a clutchThere's never been a day go by I didn't wake to findIn some small way, like yesterday, she's always on my mind.
- Jeannie Minor
Copyright © Jeannie Amos | Year Posted 2018
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