Every time someone steps in our lives,
It is like reaching up to the sky
Pulling down pieces of Heaven’s light
As it surrounds us.
Every time I close my eyes, my mind
Pictures the hand that reached out to mine
Remembers the look of the pride in your eyes
And I miss you
My mouth said, “Goodbye”
While tears filled my eyes
Your hand slipped through mine too soon
And my heart, longs for you.
The Father said, “It’s time.”
And pain entered my life
Your hand slipped through mine too soon
And my heart, longs for you.
Every time I see my child
It is like looking in your eyes
The reflection of love shines through her smile
And I remember you
Every time someone leaves our lives,
It is like reaching down inside
Uprooting pieces,
We won’t ever again, find.
My mouth said, “Goodbye”
While tears filled my eyes
Your hand slipped through mine too soon
And my heart, longs for you.
The Father said, “It’s time.”
And pain entered my life
Your hand slipped through mine too soon
And my heart, longs for you.
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Trinitee Hudson
I am a secondary school educator and writer.
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