Sometimes I see you in my dreams,Your warm smile, your gentle eyes.
Once in a while, I have conversations with you, though your not there.
I tell you about how I miss holding your hand when crossing the street, or how I miss standing on your shoes while we danced to "blue moon". When you were sick, you told me I was your medicine. Did I not give you the right doses of the love you call medicine to keep you here? Often I wonder if you know what my daughter looks like. Do you watch over her? I see she has the ability to love like you, which is rare.. I though no one can love like you. Can you see your big heart in her the way I can? I was so sure your heart really was made of gold, so wonderful... Yet that very heart stole you from me.