July 1, 2022
July 1, 2022
I thought of her with love today
but that is nothing new
I thought about her yesterday
and days before that too. I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead,
She has gone to be with our father, but she is still with us.
She is the thousand winds that blow,
She is the sun that shines each day,
She is the gentle autumn rain.
She is my aunt Eunice who loved many, and is still loved by many.
but that is nothing new
I thought about her yesterday
and days before that too. I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead,
She has gone to be with our father, but she is still with us.
She is the thousand winds that blow,
She is the sun that shines each day,
She is the gentle autumn rain.
She is my aunt Eunice who loved many, and is still loved by many.