Visiting You

I come to visit you even on this cruel wintry day， and gaze across the meadow where， as children we would play. And I speak to you sweetly over the chorus of the birds. I understand， and it's okay that you no longer speak to me through words. I'll be with you again， that I know is true…… but for now it's very hard to live my life without you. I still feel your presence， I think of you and feel less alone， and with flowers in my hand， I lay my love upon your stone. Author： Teresa Lynn Sherry