I'll be right here
When the last snow is
But a memory and
Daffodils push through
Once trampled sod.
Right here,
Looking through a lace
Curtain veil,
Dampened by my tears.
I am standing too close to the edge
Of your absence.
You left forgetting to say goodbye,
So, I'll be right here,
When you return,
As you must!
Right here, to tell you face to face,
I don't care,
Any more!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
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