Loved Ones
It's the little things that you miss the most,
when looking back on those we've loved and lost.
The mind welcomes the memories to host,
their remembrance is worth all sorrow's cost.
The sound of their laugh and even their cry,
answers to questions you know they would say.
Sometimes we see them in the corner of the eye,
catch their voice in a crowd, then fades away.
To bring them back feels the right thing to do,
filling the void left in our broken heart.
To leave the Father's arms for me or you,
a lot to ask someone, heaven to part.
So we remain here missing those we love,
until meeting them again up above.
10/14/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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