I think of you when leaves turn brown;
falling gently to the damp, soft ground.

I think of you in the cool, evening breeze;
sitting quietly under the fall trees.

I think of you as squirrels scamper by,
and birds fly south in the autumn sky.

I think of you as crickets chirp at night;
I'm roasting marshmallows over the fire light.

I think of you almost every day—
your smile, your eyes, your loving way.

Can you believe it's been so many years?
Traveled many miles, cried a million tears.

Do you think of me in that heavenly place?
I just can't wait 'til I see your face!

Photo/BarnesFamily

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