As you walked by flowers in hand <br />and the book… <br />brushing the leaves from the stone <br />her name engraved upon it … <br />the sadness still there as you <br />placed the flowers on her grave …. <br />You’d sit cross legged on the <br />grass reading to her … <br />a calming story that she read to <br />the children when they were afraid …. <br />Protecting her even now loving <br />her more … <br />Everyday rain or shine you’d come <br />sharing part of your life to <br />entwine with hers … <br />I thought perhaps they would end <br />the visits… <br />you never missed a day…<br /><br />joy lemoine Powell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-watched-you-2/
