by my father
Thomas stefanski
My life is a flame, like that of a candle. And like a candle, the flame is small and weak. In the wind I wavered, in the rain I sputtered, and somehow life is breathed into it. Despite many close calls, it continued to be fed with the oxygen it needed to survive.
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I See You
by my father
Thomas stefanski
I sit here all alone…wishing you were here
For the first time in my life, I’m living alone, with no one dear
I can only imagine what it would be like
If you were here in our home
I can see you in our kitchen, preparing my favorite meal
I can see you in our bedroom, making our bed
I can see you in our living room
Cross- stitching a new plaque
I can see you in our car, taking the wheel so I can rest
I can hear you rattling kettles
And dishes clanking too
I can hear you singing joyfully
Just Kenny Chesney and you
I can feel my heart race, with every kiss
I can feel your gentle touch, it could never be enough
I can feel your arms around me
Making me feel special and secure
I still feel the love inside me
Forever yours I’ll be!