Enduring Farewell Poem by Ron Pate

    Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.

  As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.

When the night sky appears I find 
myself staring at the heavens and saying I love you over and over again.

  A part of me has died with your enduring farewell.  

  No words ever meant so much, as when you said, 'I love You'.  Lying in bed at night, I cry sweet tears for you and it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring departure.

  Each time the wind gently moves through the trees and a song bird sings it's sweet medley, I'll see your face and hear your name, because it's my way of dealing with your lasting farewell.