The horse runs hidden behind the fence,
and he pounds down the field,
but not every day.
I know he's there, but I have not seen him.
Moon light floods the yard,
and I drop bread under the tree for the birds.
Not every day
do I see them feast, but I know they come.
My brother stops by the shop one day
to bring me oranges and talk awhile,
but not every day
and not any more.
I know he's here, but I no longer see him.
January 26, 2013
I miss you, David. Few men as good as you have walked this earth. I love you forever.
Your baby sister.
and he pounds down the field,
but not every day.
I know he's there, but I have not seen him.
Moon light floods the yard,
and I drop bread under the tree for the birds.
Not every day
do I see them feast, but I know they come.
My brother stops by the shop one day
to bring me oranges and talk awhile,
but not every day
and not any more.
I know he's here, but I no longer see him.
January 26, 2013
I miss you, David. Few men as good as you have walked this earth. I love you forever.
Your baby sister.
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