Tender moments find their meaning
In the little things you do
They're not found in noisy flatter
That too often prove untrue.
Gentle breezes of reflection
Lets the memory find a nest
For the many loving moments
That bring calm within my breast.
Often when the heart feels lonely
Walking down life's thorny path
One can almost hear you whisper
"Through all times my love will last."
So let thoughts of joyous memory
When by distance we're apart
Live in mystery's understanding
That you're always in my heart.
--B. Pent
1 comment:
Dad, what a touching poem! I love it, as well as the author :) Thank you.
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