I may not seem to always show you I feel you there.
My life is made better by your devotional care.
Day to day getting caught up in the things happening, forgetting things I
cherish the most.
My future seems like a shadow, a fermented ghost.
Feeling your arms enclose around me, I am content to stay.
I feel your love beckoning, never astray
When Im faraway I can still feel your fervor, reaching.
You never leave my side, always there teaching.
I may not always remember to tell you so.
But remember my special friend, I know.
Poet Dorothy poetry99@txol.net Copyrighted 2000