When it’s time to go
When you lose someone you love so
dearly, it’s like they are there, but you can’t hear them clearly, a face so
clear, then sometimes not, but the memories are so real, I want to reach out
and touch....
When it’s time to part it breaks my heart, but I know there will always be
that certain spark, that will light the way, amongst the dark, and guide me
down that rugged path of life, guiding me from morning through to night.
When I think back in time I remember a sign that bonded us both with a
golden twine, and when our eyes met, the infectious smiles turned to laughter,
and this we did until our cheeks ached and the tears rolled on and on.
When I think of you, my heart fills with warmth; I remember the touch, the
smile, and the voice...... the changing expression from happy to sad, and along
with that, some mad moments were had.
When I feel about to give up, tired and down and all I want to do, is
crawl into bed and hide under the duck feather down, I picture your face in
that precious place and it fills me with comfort to know you’re safe.
So with this thought in mind, I hear your voice as clear as day, saying
get up and live life and go with the seasons, because there’s always more than
enough reasons...... a child a person a friend, a moment in time that will slip
through your hands as quickly as sand.