and you were here
Letters were few
but oh so dear
And now that circumstance
has traded our places
Letters are new
But still the faces
lack the warmth of your smile
And love that in your eyes
reflect childhood laughter
and sometimes cries
to return to moments before
Then in moments after
becomes the same warm reflection
and joyful anticipation I see
in the moment of your return
(c)Nathan Richardson 1986
from Likeness of Being
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