To my Gentle beloved Suzie this is for you.
LETTERS IN THE WOOD
Whereever I go you follow me,
my house is your domain,
there isn’t a nook or cranny
where you haven’t staked your claim.
Even though you have left me
there isn’t one tiny place
where I don’t feel your presence or
remember your cheerful face.
All the years
we spent together remain buried in my past;
the memories are like diamonds
forever they will last.
You couldn’t speak my language,
you knew that I understood,
scratch marks on the door,
are your letters in the wood.
With deepest love and affection,
Mom
Suzie |
21, Aug 2002 |
Jan Ross |