Quietly...
Softly gone
your smile.
A breeze lingers
and I drift,
so many leaves
have left these trees
this autumn.
How hard they fell this year...
a tear for each.
ice cold ground.
a Christmas bough placed for you,
small dried
purple blooms
soft, quiet ornaments
cold hard ground
...miss those days
we laughed tears,
quiet moments...
Mother...Father

© 1987 Gary Hehn