Every Day Things
written for my Mom by me.
A tree just a tree,
The wind was just the wind,
The sun was just the sun,
A rainbow just a rainbow.
The Tree in my back yard that I sit beneath late at night,
an old oak with heavy branches,
Brings me comfort.
The way that your arms used to when I was young.
Wrapped around me, holding me when I was scared.
That old oak reminds me of the roots that you planted so long ago.
I sit there now and think of you.
In the summer time,
a breeze will come and blow the hair from my face,
as if there is a secret carried in the wind, just for me.
I remember lullabys, and late night talks,
and sweet secrets whispered in eachothers ear.
I feel wisps of hair blowing,
and I think of you.
In the winter time,
bitter cold.
Christmas without you,
My heart grieves.
And then the sun will come out from behind some cloud,
and the warmth of its rays covers me.
I turn my face toward the sun, close my eyes and see your sweet face.
I know that you are sending me a reminder of your love.
It's warmth fills my heart.
I barely notice the tear on my cheek.
I stand there in the cold Mom,
and I think of you.
And the storms that used to scare me as a child no longer do.
I stare out the window and watch the rain fall.
Sometimes it seems as if Heaven cries or us too.
And then on blessed days,
I'll see a rainbow.
Wonderful colors stretching down
through the dark clouds
from Heaven.
And I remember where you are,
and that at the end of my lifes journey,
I will see you on the other side.
I sit beneath that heavy oak,
and think of you Mom.
I hear your whispers on the breeze.
I hope you hear mine back.
I still dread the winter
because of how you left,
but I can feel your warmth
sent down by the sun now.
And I no longer fear those storms,
i just look for the rainbows
that show me the way to you.
So you see, you are not really gone.
You still exist here with me,
In all the everyday things.
written for my Mom by me.
A tree just a tree,
The wind was just the wind,
The sun was just the sun,
A rainbow just a rainbow.
The Tree in my back yard that I sit beneath late at night,
an old oak with heavy branches,
Brings me comfort.
The way that your arms used to when I was young.
Wrapped around me, holding me when I was scared.
That old oak reminds me of the roots that you planted so long ago.
I sit there now and think of you.
In the summer time,
a breeze will come and blow the hair from my face,
as if there is a secret carried in the wind, just for me.
I remember lullabys, and late night talks,
and sweet secrets whispered in eachothers ear.
I feel wisps of hair blowing,
and I think of you.
In the winter time,
bitter cold.
Christmas without you,
My heart grieves.
And then the sun will come out from behind some cloud,
and the warmth of its rays covers me.
I turn my face toward the sun, close my eyes and see your sweet face.
I know that you are sending me a reminder of your love.
It's warmth fills my heart.
I barely notice the tear on my cheek.
I stand there in the cold Mom,
and I think of you.
And the storms that used to scare me as a child no longer do.
I stare out the window and watch the rain fall.
Sometimes it seems as if Heaven cries or us too.
And then on blessed days,
I'll see a rainbow.
Wonderful colors stretching down
through the dark clouds
from Heaven.
And I remember where you are,
and that at the end of my lifes journey,
I will see you on the other side.
I sit beneath that heavy oak,
and think of you Mom.
I hear your whispers on the breeze.
I hope you hear mine back.
I still dread the winter
because of how you left,
but I can feel your warmth
sent down by the sun now.
And I no longer fear those storms,
i just look for the rainbows
that show me the way to you.
So you see, you are not really gone.
You still exist here with me,
In all the everyday things.
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