What death takes from the living. |
I think I shall miss how blue is the sky and tears of laughter in a child’s eye, my lover’s sweet tender kiss and roses in bloom I’ll miss. The acrid scent of coal burning on a winter’s day and fields of daisies in the late of May. Hearing the bluebird’s somber song as for spring it does ever long. The smell of crisp autumn leaves as they fall listlessly from the trees and crunch beneath my feet and dance about the street. I think I shall miss a violin’s strings and all of Earth’s worldly things. Smelling freshly baked bread, attending weddings, and honoring the dead. Climbing to the top of trees, Creamscicles, poppies, and scraped up knees. Holding my baby in my arms and keeping him safe from harm. Hearing the words “I love you” and sailing the ocean blue. Walking across the rocky land and feeling my toes in the beach sand. I think I shall miss a church choir and the smell of a camp fire. Hiking through a balmy wood and every place I’ve ever stood. I shall miss my best friend’s hug and creamy root beer in a mug. A rainbow after a rainy day and the funny things my kids always say. Tasting chocolate upon my lips and licking bits of caramel from my fingertips. Crunching buttery popcorn and smelling a lawn freshly shorn. I think I shall miss the Earth’s soil and how it feels in my hands while I toil. Laying out in the summer sun and eating strawberries by the ton. The way my heart leaps so high when tears of joy fall from my eye, as I watch the light come on for a student I thought was long gone. To hear a robin’s song on a new day in Spring and the love each bright new day will bring. But most of all these things here, I will miss that image in the mirror. |