-----To Dad
A year has drifted by
and once again the spring returns
The weeping willows bend
tracing each raindrop
fallen since your departure
The quiet holds
the softest echo of you
I reach into the air
searching for a whisper
you might have left behind
The wind brushes past
carrying your memory
to places
my hands can no longer reach
Memories
JoyAnna. (2026-04-04 06:00:00) 评论 (1)
-----To Dad
A year has drifted by
and once again the spring returns
The weeping willows bend
tracing each raindrop
fallen since your departure
The quiet holds
the softest echo of you
I reach into the air
searching for a whisper
you might have left behind
The wind brushes past
carrying your memory
to places
my hands can no longer reach
A year has drifted by
and once again the spring returns
The weeping willows bend
tracing each raindrop
fallen since your departure
The quiet holds
the softest echo of you
I reach into the air
searching for a whisper
you might have left behind
The wind brushes past
carrying your memory
to places
my hands can no longer reach