This Time Of Year Poem by cheryl davis miller

It seems my thoughts return to you
this time of year.
Old memories I find renew
your image clear.
I watch as week's fly by so fast,
blink and another year is past.
This season always calls you near,
this time of year.
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Events we shared invade my view
I shed a tear.
For then as now it's just we two
my precious Dear.
I'll not allow sorrow to cast,
shadows across our love steadfast.
Your presence brings no qualms or fear,
this time of year.

c.d.m.2011