A cloud of smoke...
dust and ash...
was all they saw that dreadful day.

A wife....mother
A husband...father
A broken chain forever gone.

But gone I will not be my loved one.
For I shall be with you...
as you will see.

As you walk alone...
the heat of the morning sun on your face.
And that drop of dew falling from the trees...
onto you cheek.

The limb of that bush by the house...
as it brushes your hand.
And the sound of the stones in the drive...
sliding dow the hill as you walk.

The warm summer breeze...
blowing in your hair.
I am there with you...
with each step you take.

The heat of the sun, becomes the warmth of my smile.
The dew, the tears on your cheek...
as we cry watching that old movie you love so much.

The feel of the bush becomes the touch of my hand
as I take yours in mine.
The stones rolling down the drive...
become the sounds of my feet, running to catch you.

And the warm breeze in your hair...
my fingers as they run through it softly.
No, I have not left you.
I am here in everything god has given us to feel
and love.

So cry not my darling.
They may have shown you a cloud of smoke...
and the visions of dust and ash.
But cry not... I am here.

Cry not my darling...
cry not.

copyright 9/13/01  Larry K