Enduring Farewell
Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.
As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.
When the night sky appears I find
myself staring at the heavens and saying I love you over and over again.
A part of me has died with your enduring farewell.
No words ever meant so much, as when you said, 'I love You'. Lying in bed at night, I cry sweet tears for you and it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring departure.
Each time the wind gently moves through the trees and a song bird sings it's sweet medley, I'll see your face and hear your name, because it's my way of dealing with your lasting farewell.
poem by Ron Pate
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