Oak Tree
It was a stifling temp of 100 degrees
there was not a single breeze.
Yet the old,old,oak tree spoke to me
as I sit at Bradley's grave site in the cemetery.
I would speak out loud to Bradley through my tears
the air remained still until he heard all my fears
then that ole oak tree would bow down and whisper
It's all right mama, I am in the breeze that kisses you.
With each breath you take I take double
to let you know I am happy and free from trouble.
My sign to you is forever in the Red Rose
that you always bring me from home.
My breath that is this wind dries your eyes
and I bow down so you know, yes it's me you do see.
I love you Bradley and thank you for the sign
of a breeze on an arid day sent just for me.
Debbie Wagoner 6/14/10
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