She Was My Face; My Dreams and Home

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Tags: ballet, requiem, funeral, love, prose, South American prose

 

She Was My Faith, My Love, My Home

 

( memories of a speech given by a dear friend and widower)

 

You are

everywhere

I see you

In Our garden;

in our home,

 

Your light fills

every flower

and fills

our home

with such warmth

and glow...

 

I see you

everywhere...

There is nothing here

that is mine...

the dog we have had

for hundreds of years,

the books we have read

the times...

I remember

laughing

loving

holding

you...

the sea

the woods

the papaya