I can feel her in the warmth of the bed
In the creases of the sheets
I can feel her lips on my cheeks
Her hand enwrapped around me giving
Unexplainable strength and love
I can hear her elegant footsteps on the driveway
I can see her enjoying each morsel of her meal
Her feeling resides within me
I miss her…
It is Sunday again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem