I see your face in every leaf
Every bud, every blade and branch.
I hear your breath in the whisper
Of the wind,
In the rustle of willow
As I pass.
And here I, too, can breathe,
Alone,
With you.
This is a comfortable place
Where years fall away,
And you are planting by the pond
You’ve brought to life,
Your self in every spade that turns.
I feel you, and hug you
As I never could.
You are there in the echo of the swallows
Who dart
Across the pond that nourishes
The world you made.
The world you made for me.
The world I’ll save for you.
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Marie McGrath Davis
If I didn't write, I would explode.
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