You left footprints when you walked this earth
But I don’t know where they are
I’ve searched the winding garden path
I’ve walked the empty barn
The whispered wind does not contain
Your laughter in its arms
Behind me one lone shadow lies
As each day I face the morn
But when the fence top sparrow chirps
Its cheerful happy song
I fleeting see your smiling face
As a memory has its dawn
Author’s Note: What can I say? There are people I miss that aren’t around anymore, and that makes me sad.
Written based on the prompt, “Light” over at Imperfect Prose with Emily and Company. I chose sunrise as my light, one of the better lights in my opinion.