My sweet Kiki and the cherished memories of her presence in my life is a treasured and precious gift. This month I celebrate her birth month. She would have been 16 years old.
I miss her so much. My heart is broken . . .
A Love That Lives
You’ve known the deepest love, my friend.
A bond unspoken, pure and true,
A love that time cannot undo.
They walk beside us, heart to heart,
A faithful soul, a work of art.
Their joy, their trust, their gentle grace,
A love that lightens every place.
But love so deep must pay its due,
And when they go, they take a piece of you.
The silent house, the empty space,
The longing ache time can’t erase.
Yet love like theirs is never lost,
It lingers on, despite the cost.
In memories sweet, in whispered dreams,
In echoes soft of running streams.
For when we loved them till the end,
We gained a love that will transcend—
A gift that pain can’t steal away,
A love that lives beyond decay.
Mark Waldrop