[NicknamedBob]

Waiting in the Wings

Their life, that is in you, listens.
Their life, that is in you, hears.
Your life may seem drowning in sorrows,
Their life, is beyond any tears.

His smile is a shining remembrance,
His touch will forever, hold.
His will is that you should continue,
As each of you grows to be old.

His visage will fade only slightly,
As wear and tear takes its toll.
His words you’ll remember in fondness,
They’ll be prompting the lines for your role.

Her words will be singing forever,
Her presence will seem to be near.
She will be guiding and smiling,
And helping your joy to appear.

The parted are not so departed,
You can feel their connection to you.
Remember the good ways you journeyed,
And remember the bad times were few.

Their life, that is in you, listens.
Their life, that is in you, hears.
They’re waiting in wings for your solo,
And waiting to greet you with cheers.

NicknamedBob . . . . . May 24, 2004

[Pippin]

Another beautiful poem.

Thanks, Bob!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Very nice poem, Bob. Very thoughtful friend.

[JustAmy]

That is wonderful, Bob.

Thank you for posting it.

Hope you are having a wonderful week; see you on the 4th.