Memories
Memories
Where are you going? Where will you be? You often said Those words to me.
Today Thoughts fill my angry head. As you lay helpless, in that hospice bed. I Hold your hand, as you've held mine. And Inside I know, this is our last time.
You past through life's revolving door.
Physical no more.
"Where are you going?"
"Where will you be?"
my heart and mind flood with our memories. You are, where you've been all along. Right here with me, where you belong.
By:
Debra Easterling
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