You gave me gifts,that few can,
that I struggle to hold on to.
Showed me,from your eyes,
that I struggle to still see.

I see evidence of you in the fields,
when like you,the bailer has been active.
In the character,of our children,
when they are kind and tender.

Precious letters,in torn envelopes,
of a time past long ago.
Pages of yearning,and love calling,
resurrected as melancholic prose.

A time of innocence,and feeling true,
of loving fully,giving willingly.
Such longing beneath my surface,
that time and facts still can't allay.

A moment of surrender,to my lost love,
days that your light,shone my way
Bring again happiness of your loving me,
in the gentle caress,of memories gone by.