In my heart I harbor
Your voice, your mien, your eyes
And fairly often hear or see
One, or perhaps all three
In this heart I harbor still
Great memories of us together
We laughed and played
Each cried and made
Up in every weather
This heart will partly
Beat always for you
And rue the storm that hit
That day I have etched
A hell in my mind
God knows storms are unkind!
Great writing!
Georg
Walt
Always.
Susan
Be safe,
Karen
ET
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Yes they are. But there is a terrible beauty to them, too ...
Excellent expression of loss.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Blessings,
Joyce B.