Wishing Dear that you were here.
As I looked through my window pane,
I thought I heard you call my name.
It seemed so real but, yet I knew,
It could not possibly be true,
For it has been a year today,
Since the Lord called you away.
I'm lonely and I miss you so,
Much more than you will ever know.
As I look at your empty chair,
From memory I can see you there,
That loving smile upon your face,
A memory I cannot erase,
And then in moments such as these,
I sense your spirit here with me.
Jeannette E. Smith
March 30, 2004
