My World

You are My World...
I hear your echo gently brush me with soft breeze.
My senses waken with magnificent trees.
Like families gather, roots taken hold.
The time of change, as life does unfold.

I hear your voice, of tender words which I long,
A hush of a moment brings your sweet song.
I see your face, your memory clear,
Life passes on still, as I shed a tear.

Let me bask in your beauty of reflection.
My mothers gift of her own perfection.
You are not gone, a love so deep.
How could I weep?
~Opal~