Yesterday I took out all of your love letters And I read them again one by one Gathered up all of our pictures And recalled everything We'd ever done
I smelled the dried rose That I keep in my bible Just to see if its scent was still there And I handled it oh so gently As coming from you it was so rare
I walked for awhile Through all of these memories And smiled as I recalled each part Yes, I know That you are no longer here with me But you will always be Here in my heart
Copyright *Neva Flores@ 2010 In memory of Vicente Antonio Morales Flores - My beloved husband 09/21/54 - 09/25/08 - It is well with my soul