Often...

Losing count of the years
Fighting back the tears
Yet still remembering you
Often.....

As blossoms bloom
And  fragrance fills a room
Memories flood and contain me

The chirping of birds
The sound of rain
Those familiar tunes and the refrain
Reminds me of you
Often....

Love never dies,
Never separates
Its presence always leads...
Always Guides...and protects

Counting now, the years
Yet fighting back the tears
That still flow...that will flow
As I'm reminded of you...
Often....
© 2011 -  2013 Brenda Gale