Echo Through the Trees
Whispering breeze echos through the trees,
time stands still as I close my eyes and breathe.
Remembering a time peaceful and free.
Childhood memories play like silent movies in my mind,
yearning of days gone by.
Reflections of life through my fathers eyes.
Tears stream slowly through internal cries,
knowing time cannot rewind.
Pink horizons breathe life,
until truth is realized.
Carried through the mist,
a familiar soul never dies.
It carries on through every life
and flutters like a beautiful butterfly
gently fluttering to the corners of my heart.
I look to the sky and know my memories
are forever and my hope will never be denied.
*Written for a friend who is dealing with Alzheimer's.
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