What if...
sitting in this valley brought you back.
What if...
The air I breathe here was once your breath.
What if...
The hummingbirds playing tag around me were sent by you.
What if...
Under this tree is where you come to meet me, and whisper in my ear.
What if...
Each step my foot takes on the gravel roads reminds the earth of your steps before me.
What if...
The grass under my toes today comes back each year to look for you.
What if...
The rocks I paint lavender and teal are rocks that were underneath the hooves of Lucy, as you rode the valley in summers just like this.
What if...
The lilac bush your mother planted long before I was born was planted for my nose to remember you.
What if...
The restless sleep I feel here is because you no longer sleep in this old family home.
What if...
Knowing you rest just up the hill going out of town, and I can see that place from here, gives me comfort.
What if...
The taste of fresh grown tomatoes reminds me of the warm summer days in this valley.
What if...
Although my eyes no longer see you in the flesh, or my hands no longer touch you, I feel your soul still touching mine.
8-9-21
I am reading this poem on my Youtube channel... "The Mess and The Bliss"... recorded on Aug. 11, 2021
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