If I could hold you, just once
to touch your cheek,
to kiss your brow,
to give you something of me to take with you…
If I could hear you, just once
to hear your laughter,
to sense your joy,
to give you something of me to take with you…
If I could be with you, just once
to know your likes,
to wipe your tears,
to give you something of me to take when you go…
Wait for me.
I have not forgotten.
I have work left to be done here.
Wait for me.
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this brought a tear to my eye. I love how this is written
Thanks, Janna!
Beautiful.
Thank you, Liz! Love the new pic…
you will do all this one day! how did it go?