as I walk the mourning streets alone
holding the hand that isn’t there
her memory calls to me
my love teacher
life is a precious gift
delight in the wonder of each new day
embrace the sun’s warm touch
dance with moon shadows
drown yourself in the pleasures of flowers
play with children
laugh with babies
you will always be my valentine
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This is lovely.
Thanks for visiting my blog, I thoroughly enjoy hearing about your own adventures.
Touching, tender and beautiful
Thank you for the kind thoughts.