I keep thinking your still here
I swear I hear your voice on the phone
Your laughter in the air
I keep seeing you in my mind, sitting there listening as I speak
But when the wind blows, you're gone
He's beginning to talk now
"Mama" was the first and I cried
It wasn't me he was calling for
But the thought of you, a distant memory in his young mind
I swore I heard you calling to me
Whisper, "It's gonna be alright" as I held him tight
Chasing away a dream I couldn't see
Tracks of tears fell from my eyes
Your voice soft and soothing
Promising you'll be there when I wake
He looks like you both
His bright blue eyes, innocence and young
Remind me of you
His smile, toothless it may be, is he through and through
"A jock he'll be" I swear I hear him say
But it's your groan and simple laughter I hear echoing in my head
I keep thinking I hear you
Whispering lullabies as he sleeps
Your fingers lightly brushing through his hair
A tender kiss on his cheek
I swear I see you there beside him
But when the wind blows, you're gone
I keep thinking . . .
Danie 2005 Copyright
*This is a continued poem to "Last Phone Call" -- There both about a friend and her husband who died in a car crash last year, leaving me to raise their 1 yr old son. . .I guess it's my way of learning to let go*
